Sunday, January 11, 2009
Welcome Home, Arthur!
This is Arthur in our car, pausing to look cute en route from his aunt's Christ School apartment (where he and his mom Juliet have been staying for the week after he was born) to his home, the house that we helped Ndyezika build for his new family. We gathered their bags and sundries (including a live chicken and a hefty stalk of matoke) and drove up the road, then unloaded and walked down the path, escorted by my kids and an ever-growing number of curious onlookers. When we entered the compound, a little island of grass and order in the dust, I almost cried. Ndyezika had put balloons and a sign on the door: Welcome home Arthur, we love you, to God be the Glory, love, Mum and Dad. There were two Bible verses as well. I wanted to cry, because it was such a poignant moment. This is exactly the sort of thing MY parents would have done. And because of them, it is the sort of thing we have done. And because of us, it is now the sort of thing that occurs to Ndyezika to do. It made me homesick for my parents and yet at home in the extension of their love down to a new generation in a new continent, all mixed together.