28 BOLD

THE STORY OF a story of God doing the impossible through a girl who kept saying yes








The righteous are as bold as lions.
Have you ever felt God calling you to do something bigger than yourself?
Maybe you’ve thought: there are too many needs, the problems are too complicated, the opposition is too great... But still, you can’t shake it. You have to do something.
This is the story of 28Bold - a story way bigger than me, a story of bringing life to people no one was willing to help, a story of being bold and saying yes when fear and walking away made way more sense.
On the following pages you will find my story, but really this is God’s story. He has shown up again and again as I have continued to be obedient.
My commitment has always been to do the next right thing, and He has continued to make a way for us to dig wells and see lives change. It’s been incredible.
I pray these stories of saying yes, stepping out in faith, and trusting God inspire you to do something bold too.
- Christan
When I was eight years old, I did a project on Burkina Faso. My teacher said we could pick any country, and I wanted to do an African country. Traveling there was always at the top of my bucket list.


In hindsight, I know God was working something in my heart way back then. He was preparing me for something beyond my wildest dreams.

It’s always been Africa.8-year-old Christan with her project on Burkina Faso


One Sunday, my church announced they were taking a team on a mission trip to South Africa, and I knew immediately I needed to go.
The plan was to work with a church in Phakane, South Africa. Before the trip, I knew very little about Phakane, and I had no idea this trip and this city would change the course of my entire life.
During the first few days of the trip, I started to realize the sobering reality of life in places like Phakane.
Phakane has one of the highest sexual assault rates in the world along with a strong culture of fatherlessness. There are limited jobs, countless orphans, and a strong presence of witchcraft.
I was broken over this city and its people. And, I also fell in love with this city and its people. Their culture was beautiful. Their way of life was challenging. I fell hard for the people of Phakane, and Africa quickly began to change me.
My journey to Africa began in early 2012.



I recently read a quote from world traveler and author Jessica Nabongo that resonated with me so much. She said,
On this first trip, a deep love for Africa was birthed inside of me, and I couldn’t wait to return.

“I am Afric an not because I look African, but because Africa was born inside of me.”
I met Pastor Muzi on this first trip to Phakane.
Muzi had many options of places to settle down and do ministry, but he chose Phakane because of the extreme needs.

The Chief gave him land to start a church after he arrived, making many in the community angry. They did not want a Christian pastor there where Muslims with a mixture of witchcraft are the norm, and in retaliation, community members poisoned and killed his wife.
Today, Muzi is the legal guardian of over 70 children in Phakane who need a guardian to receive government assistance.
His story of staying and enduring through great opposition and persecution continues to challenge and spur me on today.

Despite this extreme opposition and the loss of his wife, Muzi stayed.
Muzi and members of our mission team

I tend to act first and think later. So when I got home from that first trip to South Africa, I went straight into action mode.
The church in Phakane was planning a garden project they needed help funding. It seemed so simple and would “solve” their need for a feeding program. I would raise the money for them to build the garden and it would help feed their community.
My 30th birthday was just around the corner, and I decided to ask everyone to bring donations for this garden instead of presents.
We raised the money, and I sent it off to Phakane. There was never a thought in my mind that it wouldn’t work.

When I got back to the states, I knew I needed to do something.





I planned a trip to return and check on the garden later that same year.
While I was in the states, I never heard much about the status of the garden. I assumed it was producing and thriving.
It wasn’t until I was about a mile out from the garden site that I learned it was drying up and nothing was growing.

This is when I started learning there was a much bigger problem here.
There was no water.











1 in 10 people in the world do not have access to safe water.Photo by Christan Barnett










This was a primary water source for the community before our well project in Madagascar.
5 million people die each year from water related illnesses.
One child dies from lack of clean water every 12 seconds...



As I was standing over the garden feeling defeated, God began speaking to me so clearly.
I knew I had to choose. I could go home and act like I didn’t see this failing garden, or I could do something. I chose to do
something.
I had no idea what was ahead of me. I had no answers and no money, only my heart telling me I couldn’t just walk away and that I had to do something to help these people I had come to love.

In life we often come to these crossroads. We are faced with a problem. We see a need. We sense God is calling us to take action, but we hesitate and make excuses. We turn

away instead of moving toward action.

These were my honest thoughts at the start. Weren’t there already dozens of huge organizations helping with water projects here? I thought one of them would be willing to help.
I started Googling and calling all the major nonprofits, and I kept getting back responses telling me the reasons they couldn’t help.
They didn’t have any equipment in South Africa. South Africa was the most developed country in Africa with the most resources. They don’t need it as much as other places. It’s too dangerous.
While there is truth to some of these reasons, they didn’t provide a reason why these people I cared about so deeply couldn’t have access to their most basic need – water.
Water in Africa seemed so cliché.


After striking out with established nonprofits, I started calling the South African government. I thought there was surely something they could do to help their people.
I slowly began learning about the full scope of the water issues in the region. A majority of the water pipes are controlled by the government and because of corruption they are turned on and off all the time.
Limiting the people’s source of life is a game for the powerful. My phone calls and emails to the government were a dead end because even if I could get them to do something differently the local people wouldn’t trust it.
Everything I was trying felt like a dead end. No one was willing to help build a well in Phakane. One night, everyone in my house was in bed, and I was up thinking about the faces of these people I loved who I couldn’t just give up on.
It’s a form of control.
I kept thinking about this impactful book I had just finished on my last trip to Africa, Love Does by Bob Goff.
At the end of his book, he put his cell phone number and said he was available for anyone to call him.
So, I did.
As the American consulate to Uganda and attorney, Bob has experience with African governments and he emphasized that whatever I did it needed to be local - the locals had to be bought in for it to work long-term.
We didn’t have a long phone call, but I left with renewed hope and some next steps to move forward. So, we started raising money.

I dialed Bob Goff’s phone number, and he answered.



“That’s what love does - it pursues blindly, unflinchingly, and without end. When you go after something you love, you’ll do anything it takes to get it, even if it costs everything. ” Bob Goff, Love DoesPhoto by Christan Barnett

Once we started raising the money to dig the first well, my sister suggested we make this a non-profit so the gifts could be tax-deductible.

I told her that sounded great, but I have 2 kids, am married and have a full-time job. I wasn’t exactly in a place to start a nonprofit.
It all seemed crazy and I was scared of failing.
I didn’t know how to run a business or how to run a non-profit, but I knew I needed to see this through. I knew God was calling me to say yes again and I was willing to count the cost.
A friend at church put me in touch with an attorney and we started the 11-month process of becoming 28Bold, Inc as a recognized 501c3.
This was uncharted territory for me.
At his point, you may be asking, why 28Bold? Where did this name come from?
I mentioned to one of my African friends, Pastor Alfie, one day that I had been emailing government officials in South Africa trying to get someone to help me.
He messaged me and quoted Proverbs 28:1.
“The righteous are as bold as lions.”
The truth is I didn’t feel bold when I sent those emails. It didn’t feel bold to just send an email and ask and I really thought I would never even get a response.
What Pastor Alfie said that day stuck with me. Maybe it was bold; not a boldness that came from me and my strength, but from God.
Maybe that’s what this whole thing was aboutbeing a little more bold.

This friend who spoke the emboldening words of Proverbs 28:1 over me that day was Pastor Alfie. He and his wife’s story is one you should know.

I first met Alfie and his wife Edith on my very first trip to South Africa. I had never met anyone like them. They are both well-educated, an architect and a teacher from Kenya. They moved to Nelspruit, South Africa to plant a church with two small children and no real income, leaving behind their successful careers in Nairobi, Kenya to fullfill their God calling. Nelspruit is a city that still feels the impacts of apartheid even though it ended in 1990, leaving a great divide between the white and black races.
Pastor Alfie and Edith found a room to borrow on Sundays for church and they would take themselves and their small children to church every Sunday for weeks and months, setting up sound equipment and taking up an offering every week… even though for many weeks it was just the four of them
The resilience and faith it took to stay with it even though they could not see the fruit of their labor for so long was an initial inspiration to me.


Alfie and Edith, with their business background and ministry experience, really helped me frame out the vision for 28Bold.
Alfie talked with me about how strategic and impactful it would be to have water attached to the local church. These conversations were where this vision was born.
I remember them sharing very vulnerable stories of their ministry struggles, learning and teaching forgiveness to leadership members and congregants.
Their impact on me and 28Bold is beyond words, and we wouldn’t be where we are without them.
In the beginning, I was focused on this one project in Phakane. I thought maybe we would do one or two more and that would be it.
But then, the doors kept opening for other projects.
My commitment to God was that I would continue to do projects as long as the money came in and it has continued to flow.
I started to realize that if God has blessed this, no one could stop it - not even me.
I told God many times, “I don’t know what you are doing, but I am here for it. Even when it’s discouraging, defeating, and hard - I am going to keep going. I want to be at the center of whatever you have for me.” It’s scary to say,
But, I’ve lived long enough to know that when you live in this space the things God can do are bigger than anything you can plan or imagine.
“Here I am, send me.”



With man, it is impossible, but with God nothing is impossible.

While God had blessed our work tremendously, we began facing very challenging, difficult moments that nearly made me quit.
In 2020, like the rest of the world, we had to put all of our plans on pause. We canceled Zambia indefinitely as it was scheduled for April 2020.
Due to different goals, we lost some of the partners who had been with us from the very start. These were some of our dearest friends, and I never imagined 28Bold without them, but I felt a reassurance that God would carry me and He would carry 28Bold.
There were relational conflicts and accusations against my motivations and heart for the people of Africa and it nearly broke me. I cried for days. I remember walking around my house saying I had a non-profit for sale.

In these moments I told God straight-up, I know you are working still, but if you want me to keep doing this - you are going to have to make it happen. You are going to have to show up.
And let me tell you, He has.
There were times I wanted to give up.

Emily P. Freeman coined the phrase do the “next right thing” in one of her books and it has stuck with me ever since I read it.
When life gets hard, when the rubber meets the road, and when you want to give up, I’ve learned you must have a foundation to fall back. You have to remind yourself of the truths that got you where you are in the first place.
In 2020 and many times before and after I’ve reminded myself of this wisdom, “do the next right thing.”
Throughout this journey, I’ve remained committed to doing the next right thing God called me to do and trusting He would work out the rest, often not seeing the end goal or how it would all work out.
Sure, there have been trials and things haven’t always gone as I have planned, but He has always worked it out for our good and His purposes.
Saying yes can be scary. Following a dream takes risk. God never says following him will be comfortable and easy rather, we know opposition and hardships will come just as they have for me. But my commitment to God has remained –to do the next right thing.



Now, I want to take you on a journey to each place we have dug a well. I want you to see their faces and hear their stories. I want you to see how God is moving and working throughout Africa in ways we could have never imagined.
Each of these projects has changed me. Every person I have met and every life changed has impacted the 28Bold family so much.
I pray their stories change you too.
Let’s go on a journey, first stop
- Phakane, of course.



She came with water.
Our first project was in Phakane, South Africa where I had been many times and where this whole passion started. While I was familiar with the place and the people, I still had no idea what to expect. I had never dug a well before.
We hit water on September 29, 2017 at 50 meters - a moment I will never forget.

On this first trip, the gogos (grandmas) in the village named me “Zanamanzi” meaning “she came with water” in Swati. They also gave me this name.
Being given this African name meant so much to me, it’s hard to put into words. In all African cultures the name that one is given always has meaning. God used me to bring them life - to bring them water, an incredible gift and privilege I will never get over.
