(continued from previous page) chorus of the women passionately praying to God. We know that these sorrowful laments give voice to the tremendous loss, grief and distress long carried in the hearts of these women, whose lives have been impacted by HIV/AIDS. Many are caring for their orphaned grandchildren or their own ailing spouses or children. It is an emotional experience; one that I will never forget. The next morning, the conference begins with all of us eating breakfast outside. The women had slept on mats on the floor in the old church. Several of the women have brought their children with them. The older ones play outside the church; the little ones are snuggly wrapped and carried on mom’s back. Some women have brought their handmade items to sell, and several displays of dresses, tablecloths, sardines, teas and beadwork are set up just outside the church. When it is time to reconvene in the church, each of the women carries her plastic chair back inside with her. Marion and I join in the spontaneous singing and dancing that breaks out in the middle of the church, and my heart is full. The connections made here, the relationships forged among the women of Tanzania are very important: offering a chance to share each other’s experiences, their faith, and the realities of their lives — the joy and lament. As another day fills with dynamic presenters, energized, rhythmic dancing, joyful acapella choirs, and soulful prayer, I recognize again how grateful I am for God whose spirit moves in such diverse and powerful ways, and for a church through which we can share our experiences and forge life-giving relationships. ■ 18
Gininiga (continued from page 15) Worker.” (The social worker is a volunteer with the HUKWAFA project.) The most graphic poster was the one that stated “It is not right to sell young girls into marriage for the money.” Each poster was graphically explicit and easily understood even by those unable to read. It was a powerful presentation and held everyone’s attention. Then Mama Upendo, the assistant project manager, gave an emotional plea to take sick children to the clinic or hospital for care, and reminding everyone to send their children to school. International support and development can be challenging with cultural dynamics, project implementation challenges and even personality differences. The success of the HUKWAFA project, as a sustainable intervention, is built on a solid foundation and a trusting partnership that empowers the local people to be in charge of their own plans and development. As the meeting under the tree comes to a close, I feel a deep sense of satisfaction from our visit. We have listened to their plans and we have connected with the people. This day in Gininiga has given us insight into their lives and the logistical challenges ahead—insight that cannot be found in an email or a photo. I feel a sense of connection and renewed purpose for the HUKWAFA project and the people we are here to serve. I am more committed than ever to continue this journey of hope with the people of Gininiga. With these happy thoughts I reluctantly return to my middle seat in the back of the jeep, resigned to face the long bumpy ride on the road back from Gininiga. ■ The Moravian