One Sunday morning in Tanzania I traveled with my wife, Beth, and the Rev. Msigwa to the Ifunda Parish for worship. A short ride from Iringa, it is a thriving congregation with good leaders and fantastic choirs. I was to preach two services, translated by Pastor Msigwa.
As I sat down and surveyed the faithful before us, I couldn’t help but notice a young man in the front pew. He wore a yellow shirt with an American flag-print tie and had a generous and engaging smile. On the floor next to him was a pair of crutches. Polio, he later told us, stunted the development of his legs. Both legs were twisted and underdeveloped, yet, somehow, with those crutches he was able to get around.