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What they asked for in Sudan

Soldiers in Darfur

This was my second trip into Darfur. The war and genocide in this region has caused many shortages. There is a shortage of food. There is very little clean water. Medicine is extremely hard to come by. There is however one thing that is not in short supply: guns and ammunition. Soldiers walking around with AK-47’s are a constant reminder that the war in Darfur is not over. Hundreds of thousands go without clean water and millions are without a home.

How do the people victimized by the genocide respond? What are they asking for?

I was asked for three things while visiting Darfur. The first request came from the local church. Having brought a guitar on the trip, I shared a few songs to a congregation worshipping under a thatched roof hut.

One of the songs that I sang was “Jesus loves me this I know”. After the service, the pastor of the church came with a request. “Can you teach me how to sing that song? We are going to use that at our church!”. I spent the afternoon teaching the pastor how to sing and play “Jesus loves me”. At the end of the trip I gave the guitar to the pastor’s son. The first thing I was asked for on my trip was to learn a song about Jesus.

The following day I received a second request. Having driven for hours through the bush, we came to a river where a community of people had assembled after fleeing genocide.

With no clean water, I watched as a young man drank from the muddy riverbank.

In an effort to bring joy, I again pulled out my guitar and began to sing. After a while, I asked the children to sing me their favorite song. “We don’t have any songs,” replied one of the children. I know that singing is a vibrant part of Sudanese culture so I asked again. But the boy only replied, “We forgot our songs.” The horror of being forced from their homes and losing their parents caused these sweet children to forget how to sing. After developing a friendship with the boy who said he had forgotten how to sing, I received my second request. The boy looked at me and asked, “Can you give me one bible?” I was surprised by this request. “Can you read English?” I said. He assured me that he could and one of our team members Alec gave him a bible. He was very grateful for the gift. The second thing I was asked for was a bible.

On the final day of my journey, I was out on the dirt strip airfield hoping to catch some video of our plane landing. A young boy came up asked me to sing one of the songs that I made up during the trip. After singing he asked me a question. “Are you coming back tomorrow?” I shook my head and told him that I wouldn’t be back the next day.  I then received my third and last request from this trip. “When you come back, can you please bring me one book?” Having visited the “school” in the area, I already knew that they didn’t have any books. I promised to bring a book when I come again. The third thing asked for was a book.

I believe that what we ask for shows our heart. In their petitions, I saw strength, dignity, hope and focus on what is true and right. I was impacted that rather than asking for food and clothing, the people of Darfur were asking for a song to sing, a bible to read and knowledge to be gained. Even as Solomon asked for wisdom instead of riches and was blessed with both, I pray that the same scenario will be played out in Darfur.

I created the following slideshow shortly after returning from my trip:

Will you please contact me about giving instruments, bibles and books to the children in Darfur?

A Prayer for Compassion


Imagine if water were so valuable, you wouldn’t waste if washing your face. As I stepped off the plane into Sudan, I saw the dusty faces of those who have suffered under the terrible genocide happening in Darfur. It is one thing to talk about the 400 thousand people who have died and 2.5 million people displaced, but it is a far different thing to see the reality of lost lives and hardship on the faces of those in Darfur.

I visited an orphanage run by Kimberly Smith. At the time there were 800 children living without any shelter…the number one cause of death being wild dogs. I found my self in a state of numbness. Having recently visited Northern Uganda, I was shell shocked that such devastation was happening on our planet.

During this “numb” state, I started feeling guilty. I expressed my numbness to a Sudanese pastor named Tito Abaha. “You should pray”, he said…and I did. I said a simple prayer asking God to give me compassion for the children.

A few minutes’ later I was approached by three young children. I picked up a guitar and started playing “Father Abraham”. We started marching around in a circle as I sang.

I asked the oldest girl how she had come to the orphanage. “The soldiers came in an shot my mother an father, and so I came here”, she said. The other children looked up when she had finished speaking, both of them with the same reply…”me too.” The little girl then asked me a question. “Do you have a mommy?”. “Yes”, I said. “Do you have a Daddy?”. Yes. “Ohh”, was her response. I held back tears.


A friend of mine had given me a children’s book about how God is the creator. I took the book, sat the children on my lap and told the children about a father in heaven who loves them and created them to be with him forever.

“Pure religion and undefiled before our God and Father is this: to visit the orphan and the widow in their distress, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.” -James 1:27

It is easy to quote this verse without visiting the orphan. It is also easy to get “spotted” by the world and become so busy that we neglect those who are closest to God’s heart.


God answered my prayers when I asked him to give me compassion for these young orphans. You can get involved in serving orphans in Sudan by contacting me.