Pure Religion Comes Alive

We were driving through the barren, drought-stricken, dirt streets on the outskirts of Lusaka, Zambia, a city of nearly four mission people. The temperature in November was 95 degrees. Our destination: the Chawama community, where we would visit 50-75 orphaned and abandoned kids being cared for by perhaps a dozen adults, some of whom were parents. All were women. We arrived at the joyous fanfare of excited kids mainly because my friend, A.C. Mutale, had already been visiting and serving this com