Chabukala (Cha-boo-kah-la) was the last stop on our mission into the bush. We were hopeful and eager, all the while wondering if we would meet the same mixed reception we had experienced in Mutwa. Little did we know that we had stumbled upon a place ripe for a harvest!
A Miracle in the Making
Our arrival in Chabukala was not a coincidence. It had been a year-long miracle in the making. The previous year Jack set out on a mission in the direction of the village. A man met him on the path. He said that God told him in a dream to join the group on the road – they would need his help.
The man’s name was Miracle.
Uncertain of how he’d fit into the mix, Miracle joined the team. When they arrived at their destination, they discovered that the villagers spoke Shanjo…
a rare language only Miracle could speak!
Miracle worked with Trail Missions from that moment on. He prepared the people in Chabukala for our arrival and was invaluable to us as a translator!
People Eager for a Harvest
Hundreds of villagers met us at our campsite as we pulled up. Hospitable adults shook our hands warmly with the traditional bow and clap. Curious children peeked out from around their parents’ waists, smiles flickering across their faces. The people had set aside the best land in the village to be our campsite, situated directly underneath massive, beautiful mango trees. Although fruitless at the time, I imagined what they would look like covered with ripe mangos, ready for a harvest.
After quickly erecting our tents, we sat down with the people and began to share about Jesus. The men nodded in grave agreement as the gospel was shared. Some even had pads of paper and were furiously scribbling down notes as we spoke. It quickly became apparent that many of these men and women were already filled with the Spirit of God!
As soon as we had finished teaching, several men came forward with questions that were indicative of their hunger for the Lord:
We believe that what you say is true. Will you come and build a church here?
How can we learn if we do not have a bible?
How can we know that a pastor is teaching the truth?
I couldn’t help but wonder in amazement at what we were witnessing. In our first village, we had planted fresh seeds of truth and love. Here, we were harvesting the fruit of faith in these new believers as they eagerly sought after Christ!
We assured them of the intent of Trail Missions – to return and train up leaders through bible studies. We gave bibles to men who could read in Lozi and would faithfully share with their community. We encouraged them to abide in Christ so that they would continue to produce good fruit. Just like their mango trees.
The magnificent harvest called for a celebration! We invited the entire village to a feast.
We purchased a pig for roasting and the headman graciously gave us his chicken. While the meal was cooking, I found my happy place among the children. We spent hours teaching each other games and dances from our home countries.
I taught them “duck-duck-goose”, the hokey pokey, and the macarena.
They taught me how to play human tug of war.
And this circle game.
Our afternoon of fun was as much a gift to me as it was to them!
Suddenly, it was time to leave Chabukala. Headmen from surrounding areas came and pleaded with us to visit their villages. Although Trail Missions would return to this area, our time there had come to a close.
Those headman will not have to wait very long.
I’m confident that those reaped in the harvest of faith in Chabukala will in turn become seed planters!