George Snyman in the Church Times

'We look back and say we were at our happiest when we literally had nothing." There were three waves of the AIDS pandemic. The first wave was when people got infected, called the invisible wave. The second wave was when thousands of people started dying. The third wave is what Hands at Work is involved in now, caring for the orphans that were left behind.

Barefoot to Swaziland by Jane Newsome

 On one of the hills overlooking the community there is a full size labyrinth, marked out with slate, the narrow pathways filled with gritty sand. The idea is to walk the labyrinth slowly, following the paths that lead almost to the centre but not quite, then almost back to where you started but not quite, until eventually, with perseverance and patience, you reach the centre. It is a way of slowing down, of centring prayer,and of praying with mind and body. 

A Personal Story

This year, Heather and I had the opportunity to spend three and a half weeks in Africa, split between Kachele Farm in Zambia and the Hub in South Africa. From a personal point of view, we felt this was much needed as it gave us a chance to 'be' rather than to 'do', and also re-charge our own batteries.

There are angels in Chilabula

'A year ago the opportunity to visit a “Hands at Work” conference and their operations in Zambia was handed to me, a gift which I unwrapped with enthusiasm and the deepest gratitude. They say that Africa can get under your skin. Three years in Kenya in the late 1980s left me with that feeling and so when my church, Greenfinch Church in Ipswich, UK, invited me to lead a team to Chilabula last year, a community in the Copperbelt that our church is now linked with, I offered minimal resistance. But enough of me.

A Pastor's Story

I guess there are just a few moments in life when something strikes you so hard that you feel totally powerless and useless. Cue day 2 of my fortnight in Zambia, visiting homes in Chilabula, the village that our church has “adopted”. The harsh realities of everyday Zambian life hit me today like a runaway freight train.