Love in Sierra Leone
by Kelli Hedding, Copyright February 8, 2008, all rights reserved. 406 views
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“God, I told you I wasn’t a missionary!” I cried from my heart in silent frustration. “I told you I was here for practical work! You know I am not a missionary!”
It was after dusk. I was sitting cross-legged in the dusty field of an army barracks in Sierra Leone, West Africa. I was surrounded by about 150 African people watching The Jesus Video. I just wanted to disappear.
I had been living on shore with a pastor for almost a week accompanied by four of my fellow crew members. I had barely spoken a word all week; I was too shy. The pastor had started whispering when he talked to me as a joke because I was so soft-spoken and quiet.
I had told God when I joined missions that I could do practical work but I wasn’t a missionary. I couldn’t talk to people. He told me to go anyway. Now I was faced with people who needed so much.
I had nothing to give them.
We were some of the first white people many of these Africans had ever seen. Sometimes the littlest kids would scream in fear when they saw us. Most of the kids would come running, however, and loved to touch our skin and feel our faces. They especially loved my blonde hair. They had all been through Sierra Leone’s horrible civil war several years earlier. Most of them had seen things no human should ever have to witness.
It was distressing. I was supposed to be here as a missionary and help these people but there was nothing I could do. I was too shy even to talk to anyone. I had tried and all that came out was fumbling words. A young boy had come to me and asked me to tell him about God. He shared his sad story with me. Somehow I managed to share something about God but spoken words seemed so inadequate for a boy who had nothing.
Fumbling words were all I had to give.
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Now, as I sat in the dark field of the army barracks, I wanted to be alone. I buried my face in my hands and cried out to God. I was feeling so imperfect and was desperate to reach out to something that was perfect. 1 Corinthians 13 came to mind and I began reciting in my head.
“If I speak in the tongues of men and angels but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging symbol.
If I have the gift of prophesy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge and if I have a faith that can move mountains but have not love and I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames but have not love I gain nothing.”
As I was reciting a bunch of little girls began drawing closer to me.
“Oh great,” I thought, “that’s the last thing I need; more kids that I can’t help.”
I continued reciting.
“Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see fact to face. Now I know in part. Then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known…”
Pretty soon 8 little girls were all around me. Before I knew it one of them was cuddled in my lap. I sighed inwardly. The oldest girl, about 12, began talking incessantly, sharing her sad story. It was the same as so many others. She and her sisters were orphans. They had no home. They had to look for work every day in order to feed themselves. She begged me to adopt them.
There was nothing I could do.
As the oldest girl talked, the little girl in my lap kept silent. She cuddled close and soon was asleep in my lap with her hand in mine. As I held her hand I noticed how hard and calloused it was.
“What must her life be like to have such calloused hands at age 9?” I thought.
I looked at her sleeping face. She was smiling and looked thoroughly content. Then I realized that I was giving these girls a gift even greater than food. Yes, they were hungry for food, but what they hungered for more than anything else was love.
“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
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Comments
1 • Ralph • September 10, 2008 • 10:02 AM
Let’s go!
2 • Mandy M. • September 21, 2008 • 7:50 PM
Kelli, I’m assuming you wrote this? Just wanted you to know, at this point in my life, this is very encouraging to me. Thanks for sharing. It’s amazing how God can worth through a simple blog post.
3 • Johannah Stanford • September 24, 2008 • 3:00 PM
The quality of this video looked good to me, and it didn’t take hardly any time to download on our computer. Did you get more climbing equipment? 
4 • Kristen • October 04, 2008 • 3:39 PM
Sounds like tons of fun. 
Ryan took me rock climbing indoors for the first time a couple weeks ago and I loved it! (I’m his sister.)
Colorado looks and sounds like a very fun place.
5 • Mandy M. • October 04, 2008 • 5:49 PM
Great post Heidi! You sure are brave. I’m glad you had such a great time!
6 • Nate • October 13, 2008 • 5:23 PM
Thats awesome….
Sounds like something I would do. :p
7 • Heidi Reiman • October 20, 2008 • 4:47 PM
Hans, You poor thing. I’m sorry you couldn’t get a wi-fi connection. By the way what is a wi-fi?
Is it like wiffer cookies with fine milk?
8 • Kelli • October 29, 2008 • 8:03 AM
Oh sheesh, Nathaniel, you’re hilerious! That was really roughing it.
9 • Nathan Nasby • November 04, 2008 • 11:28 AM
If you want a really creepy expirience stay at the Imperial Hotel in London! Wow, we had blood on the walls and in the sheets in our room. The Window was broken, and I’m not even going to mention the shared bathrooms!!!!
10 • Anna • November 05, 2008 • 8:01 PM
Haha! Nathan, this is just the beginning… Soon you’ll be cool with using towels unwashed from the last occupant, sleeping on bedbug-ridden mattresses, and, well, haha!
11 • Heidi R. • November 17, 2008 • 10:00 AM
Great story.
12 • A • November 17, 2008 • 7:01 PM
I just watched this a few days ago (was looking up vids of Marrakesh and then followed the rabbit trail) and thought about you guys… Odd, but fitting, to see it here as well!
13 • Kristin C. • November 17, 2008 • 10:13 PM
Haha!!! That is hilarious!!! :-D
14 • Debbie • November 25, 2008 • 10:27 PM
I have a problem with getting cave crickets in my basement and hate them. I don’t think I want to be their friend. But neat story on your adventure. God Bless!
Debbie
15 • Laura • November 29, 2008 • 12:49 AM
Wow! :D
16 • Estin • November 30, 2008 • 8:58 PM
That’s crazy.
17 • Trish • December 04, 2008 • 12:11 PM
Um…Ew. That is SOOO disgusting.
18 • Kristen B. • December 07, 2008 • 6:52 PM
You are a great writer, Kelli.
19 • Heidi R. • December 09, 2008 • 11:45 PM
Thanks, so are you.
20 • Heidi R. • December 09, 2008 • 11:46 PM
Oh, and I love your pics.
21 • Quentin Cooper • December 18, 2008 • 7:58 AM
This seems to have been written by people who have caved only once in their life or read about it in an armchair. What about the main thing warm clothes (be it a wetsuit or neo-fleece). Gloves completely unimportant as I have caved without them for 20 years and never wished I’d brought them. What about a survey of the cave? Going with someone experienced? Leaving a CALL OUT? that not feature in your essentials? Incase people ahave an accident in a cave then nobody knows about it….come on guys….
22 • Blue (Royal) • May 06, 2009 • 11:07 PM
Nice film guys. The water side looked like fun. I love a good natural water slide. Good job with not making it look to rigged.
23 • Royal Magnell • May 06, 2009 • 11:57 PM
That was fun… now we run so the cops don’t catch us!
24 • Rachel • May 19, 2009 • 9:36 PM
Hey! Hoping you get this soon. Just wondered what kind of camera, flash, etc. was used for these pictures. Also how the cameras were kept dry and clay free. Thanks so much!
25 • Beau • August 04, 2009 • 12:16 AM
Enjoyed it. I am curious if this is the Wilder cave in Pelham, AL?
26 • Dannity Kane • February 27, 2010 • 2:06 AM
Give me a little of that and I’d feel like a king.
27 • Stephen Nasby • May 28, 2010 • 9:09 AM
Good job.
28 • Stephen Nasby • September 02, 2010 • 9:58 AM
That looked like quite an adventure, exciting. Swim looked very refreshing. Cool camera, you can even go underwater with it.
29 • Katie Carter • September 18, 2010 • 10:11 PM
It is in Grady County Georgia, between Pelham, and Cairo. It is owned my my aunt. It is very pretty, it is not open to the public because people can’t seem appreciate it without breaking pieces off, and spray painting.