Reading between the lines, I could sense the heartache and frustration that were overwhelming my son. Never before had he been around so much suffering and death. He would write me expressing, “We work as hard as we can and still they die.” He is working alongside other Christians at Chidamoyo Christian Hospital in Zimbabwe, Africa. They worked day after day to save the souls and bodies of people suffering from AIDS, tuberculosis, malaria and a myriad of other illnesses. My heart ached as I read his accounts of the delivery and deaths of premature twins and of the death of a small boy who ... Read the Post