The wounded, left behind on the battlefields of AIDS, have been tended with such love that even the angels have watched in awe.
As I stood there in the dim light of the tin shanty, I suddenly became aware of a strange feeling of discomfort that, for a fleeting moment, took me back to my childhood days and my great-grandmother’s little house on the prairie—the dancing shadows of the candlelight on the walls and the fear of the dark that tied my stomach in knots.
WITNESSING LOVE: Dennis Wadley held the woman’s hand in his and asked, “Miriam, do you know that Jesus loves you?”Dennis and his family left the comfort of their home in Santa Barbara, where he pastored a large and wealthy church, to come to South Africa as missionaries. Like Mother Teresa, he and his staff have been laboring among the poor of Phillipi. The outcasts and orphans have been cared for; the wounded, left behind on the battlefields of AIDS, have been tended with such love that even the angels have watched in awe.