The Cushite Bride

Have we stopped to consider? Today, I stumbled across a video reminding me of the orphan crisis in Ethiopia.  It is a significant issue, one in which I am deeply invested.  Frame after frame, the statistics were presented—the number of Ethiopian orphans; the percentage of the world population living on less than one dollar a day; the number of children who will die from malnourishment or a preventable disease.  Then the payoff—do you know how much a Starbucks latte costs?  How big is your television?  Have you shopped for a new pair of shoes lately? Did you know you can sponsor a child, donate to this new orphanage, do x, y, or z?

I get it.

But there are too many people too afraid to say this—statistics move me only to unsustainable reaction.

Statistics make for good marketing, package well.  Statistics may make me think that my forty dollars a month will “make a difference.”

But have we stopped to consider?

A packaged crisis imputes necessity.  “Immediate action is needed, donate now.”  And the more quickly we act the less we think.  About what?

About the dignity of the global church. What if the Ethiopian church could solve its own crisis?  What if we were to support them by prayer, fasting, and funding?  What if they don’t need our videos, our marketing, our physical presence?  What if living out sainthood means living lives of quiet humility, without non-profits, videos, or blog posts—without a movement to pimp?  What if our names are never known?

Ethiopian Church is the descendant of Zipporah, the Cushite bride of Moses who saved her children from fatherlessness by consummating covenant with the living God.  She was bold and beautiful.  And we give her too little credit.

Have we stopped to consider?


Will you join me for a few days of prayer for the Ethiopian church?  They are a beautiful representation of the body of Christ and they do have a crisis on their hands.  There is a quiet way to support a revolution of dignity. For more information, visit Kidmia.