Intimacy Becoming Reality

“Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply from the heart.” 1 Peter 1:22

We all long to be known…I mean really known. We long to invite someone else into the vulnerable place where our heart lives. We long for someone to notice our uniqueness…to notice the beauty God has created in our individuality. When we are in pain we long for someone to come along side us and hold us until the storms of life quiet down. We long for someone to celebrate our blessings with us. We want the intimacy that comes from knowing someone deeply. When just one look speaks volumes and where we can be ourselves…no pretending, just two people living their real lives together in complete honesty. That kind of intimacy creates a safe environment where love can flourish and peace can reside.

I know my soul aches for that kind of deep intimacy, yet I often put barriers up around my heart keeping people at a distance, especially people different from me, not allowing them too close to my fragile inner self. Like most people I fear adding more wounds to my already bruised heart, so; over the years I have learned how to give out limited access passes to my inner self. In knowing me, people get a guided tour of certain parts of my heart, but very, very few get free reign to move as they please in that fragile place. I was proud that I had matured to a place where I knew how to protect myself from knowing people too deeply. I had mastered how to make close friendships while still keeping my vulnerable place hidden and locked to the outside world.

There is just one problem…love and intimacy go hand in hand. These last few years I have been on a journey of love. I asked the Lord to show me how to love and be loved. I wanted to know how to love others deeply from the heart. This journey led me to Kampala, Uganda into the lives of the poorest of women.

When I first met these widows, I was so guarded. I wondered if it was even possible to have real friendships with women so completely different from me. What does an HIV positive woman in abject poverty have in common with a healthy woman from the most wealthy country on the planet? With a prejudice I didn’t even know I had, I doubted that real friendships would ever be possible. After all, their needs were so enormous, I was sure they would only see me as a gateway to money. So, I was loving “toward” them. I was kind. I listened and prayed with them. I gave them money when I thought it was appropriate. I even expected them to share their deep places with me, but I never let them into mine. I answered their attempts to know me with vague responses turning the questions back toward them. I was so sincere…I really thought I was loving them and protecting myself. After all, the prejudice inside me told me that if I revealed too much they would press me for money. In fact, for many months I kept my phone number from them. I thought I would be bombarded with calls begging me for help. I had this misguided belief that somehow I was their only hope for a better future. When I think of the woman I was just a few months ago, I want to shake her and scream at the top of my lungs, “YOU ARE MISSING IT! YOU DON’T HAVE AN INTIMATE LOVE, YOU ONLY HAVE AN IMITATION OF LOVE!!”

Slowly, God began to open my eyes to the prejudice that had a choke hold on my heart. All of a sudden I saw how grotesque it was. The barriers I thought I set up to protect myself were actually blocking the love I so desperately wanted to experience. As I moved among the women, I saw them sitting in doorways together engaged in deep conversation. I saw them entering each other’s homes to clean the infected wounds of the dying. These women seemed so close, so deeply connected. It was then that I realized that the love they had for each other was always just out of my reach. I had blocked myself from having any real relationships with them, so I was at that point destined to remain an outsider….a foreigner who had come to ‘help the poor.”

It was then that I decided to stop being a helper and start being a friend. Instead of vague answers, I shared my real thoughts. When they talked about the pain in their life, I also talked about mine. When they reminisced about their husband, I listened and laughed with them about the good times that had been. When my phone rang, I no longer braced myself for “a call for help”, but instead smiled as I saw the name of a friend flashing on the screen. More often than not, the ladies call just to say hello or to ask me how I’m doing. I now have several friends that call just to encourage me or to say that they are praying for me. The walls of my heart have now come down and I have laid myself open before these women and they have laid themselves open before me. They are not “the people I am helping,” they are my friends. They are people I like to spend time with. They are the people I call when I am in physical or emotional crisis. They are spiritual companions on my journey of faith. There is a depth to our relationship that wasn’t there before. There is a love that is growing that is intimate and real.

This week my friend Joyce called. She told me that our friend Jane was suffering from a severe case of malaria. My friend Jane is HIV positive and is also being treated for TB, so I knew it was serious. My heart broke because I have come to love her. I started to cry and pray for my friend. Then I went to her house to see her. As I approached her small concrete home, I heard Joyce softly singing to Jane while she bathed her 90 pound body. “Jane, I’m here,” I said outside the door. Joyce told me to come on in and get some juice ready for Jane to drink. I know Jane’s house well. I have been there so many times and I had just spent the previous Sunday afternoon there having lunch, laughing and talking about just about everything under the sun. I poured the juice and readied her small bed for her. Joyce held Jane close as she walked her to her bed. Jane was shaking with fever. I gave her the juice and held her while Joyce got her medicine. While we sat there I prayed for her and told her that I loved her. “I love you too,” she said weakly. Then we laid her down and I covered her with her blankets. While she slept, I knelt beside her bed and prayed for her healing. All I could think was “my friend is sick, my friend is sick. Oh, Jesus, my friend is sick.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I couldn’t imagine loosing this woman I have come to know and love. The next day Joyce took her to the hospital where she received some other advanced treatment. I called her and she called me many times in the 48 hours she was there. Now she is finally back home and slowly feeling better. My friend is getting well and my heart is so relieved.

I can honestly say that I love Joyce and Jane as my friends. However they are not the only friends I have made, I have now developed many intimate friendships with women who are nothing like me. They are black and I am white. They are Acholi and I am American. They are incredibly poor and I am wealthy. They are sick and I am well. Yet these women hold a piece of my heart and I hold a piece of theirs. Our journeys are now intertwined. They don’t depend on me--we depend on each other. They aren’t calling me begging for help, I am calling them offering to stand with them in their place of need. I am not making appointments to talk to the widows—I am going to visit my friends in their homes. I am not loving “at” them anymore, instead I am just loving them. We are learning to intimately know each other. We show each other our strengths and weaknesses. We speak the truth to one another even when its hard. We encourage each other to trust that God is big enough to meet the needs we have. Most of all, we just like spending time together.

Jesus was right, when you love someone deeply from the heart intimacy comes and fills up your soul with a peace and joy you never thought imaginable.


Update on the widows: NEW WEB SITE: www.dorcaswidows.org/
God did something GREAT, God did something GREAT!!! Two of my friends in this widows group, were hired as house help for 2 missionary families here!! I have written about Lovincer many times in the last couple of months. She had been struggling to feed her kids and living in what can only be described as a mud shack the size of a pantry. Through a connection God gave me, Lovincer was hired last Friday as the house help for a new missionary family from the States. This week she is moving into a new house—still small and simple, but so much better than where she was. She will now be earning enough to feed her family herself! Her kids school fees have been paid by a sponsor, so she is now no longer in need of emergency assistance. You should have seen Lovincer dance and sing!! Wow! We laughed and praised God for hours! Jennifer, another lady who had lost her job, also was hired as house help this week becoming self sustaining! That is what God can do!!!

The widows are also rejoicing that 2 more orders for necklaces came providing them with some much needed income! The jewelry is beautiful and I know those in the US that have ordered it have been so happy with their purchase. Keep praying that this jewelry business grows! (email Carol Daly Vogt at dalyvogt@hotmail.com if interested in purchasing jewelry)

The Dorcas Widows Emergency Fund is being used every week to help widows who are in dire circumstances. Last week I was able to provide a widow with money to pay for clothes and food for her child. I also helped a lady with her medical expenses. This fund is truly filling the gap for people in crisis!

Thank you, thank you to those of you who have committed to paying school fees for some of the widows children. There are now 12 children in school who otherwise would have been sitting at home. God is creating a better future for them out of your love and generosity, so thank you! If any of you are interested in helping a widow pay school fees for her children, please contact Lisa Tschetter at lisatschetter@comcast.net.

We are still asking the Lord to open a piece of property we can purchase for the widows. It is still our dream to create a “Dorcas Widows Community” where they can live rent free. We are constantly looking at property and hopeful that God will provide just the right spot at just the right time.

As I listed above, our new web site is up and running!! Please check it out at www.dorcaswidows.org/

Sick In Body, Healthy In Heart

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. Follow the way of love…”
1 Corinthians 13:13-14

Last Friday, I came down with the flu. Not the flu you see depicted on TV where the person lightly blows their nose with a pristine white Kleenex, coughs delicately in between dialogue and despite lying on some couch looks fresh as a daisy. Oh no, I spent most of Friday night and Saturday morning in spastic convulsions throwing up everything I have ever eaten including all my stomach acid and as if that weren’t bad enough my colon decided to twist itself into knots. At one point, I wasn’t sure which end to face toward the toilet. When my body had nothing left to expel except for air, I lay down on my bed and shook from head to toe with fever. My eyes were red and swollen. My mouth was tasted like sour milk. My stomach was still churning while sharp pains pricked me each time I took a breath. My hair was damp and I generally looked like something that crawled out of the gutter. My arms and legs felt like rubber and my mind felt lost somewhere in between reality and dreamland. I was sick!

I knew I needed help, so I called my best friend here in Uganda. He came to my rescue helping me get medicine to calm my angry stomach. He brought juice, bananas and searched the local grocery store for something that resembled Campbell’s chicken soup. He was my angel when I was too weak to even boil tea for myself, but I also knew my friend had some important things to attend to on Sunday afternoon. So, I began to mentally go through everyone I knew trying to select those I thought might have the time and the resources to help me.

As I lay on the couch trying to think of whom to call my phone rang. It was Joyce, a widow I have come to know and love. She is currently caring for 15 of her relative’s children. Two weeks ago, I had visited her when she had been sick. Her HIV positive status has weakened her body causing her to be sick quite often. She has been in and out of the hospital several times since December. She hadn’t called for any particular purpose other than to say that she was thinking about me. I was weak and mumbled a quiet thank you back to her. At which point her voice rose as she quickly asked, “Are you well? Are you sick?”

At that moment, I wondered whether I should tell her how sick I really was. I didn’t want to burden her with another worry. She could barely take care of her own family, what could she do for me? In fact the Dorcas Widows Emergency Fund helps feed her family most weeks. In that instant I considered hiding my sickness from her, but in my desperate weakened state I just couldn’t pretend. So, I told her how the flu was ravaging my body, how I was shaking with fever, how my stomach ached and how weak I felt. I knew she was a woman of great prayer, so I was delighted to think that God’s bride might pray for my healing. I was, however, completely shocked at what I heard her say back to me. “Kari. I am coming to you. I am coming to Kiwatule to take care of you.” Before I could protest or even answer she had hung up the phone.
Some time later, I woke up to my phone ringing. It was Joyce. She was here in Kiwatule, so I directed her to my home. When she knocked, I stood slowly and shuffled to the door slightly hunched over. As I opened it, she came inside quickly and held me tight to her side. Still holding me against her, she helped me back to the couch where she sat beside me while I laid my head on her shoulder. She began to smooth my hair down and rock me slightly. After a few minutes, she told me that she had brought food for me to eat. “You need to get stronger. You need to eat.” I tried to protest as I was still feeling quite nauseous, but she continued to unpack what she had brought. Even in my sick haze, I wondered how she got so much food. She had brought spinach, rice, porsho, and beef. It was the beef that astounded me the most. For her, this is a luxury item. As I held the plate, she continued to gently rub my back and coax me to eat bite after bite. “Just one more bite. That’s good, that’s good. You need your strength.” In that moment I felt like a small child with the mother that loves her.

After I had eaten what I could, I leaned my head back against her shoulder and we began to talk. We talked about our families as I drifted in and out of quiet rest. In those silent moments, I marveled that I was in the arms of an HIV positive woman who lives day to day in almost abject poverty. It dawned on me that in a few days I will be back to compete health and she will still be sick. She will never be completely healthy this side of heaven. It was almost too much to take in at once. Feeling somewhat stronger, I sat up with tears in my eyes looked at her and said, “Thank you, thank you for loving me. Thank you for taking care of me.” “Kari, you have loved us and now we get to love you,” she replied back to me. She told me that the other widows wanted to come, but some were too weak to make the journey. “The widows wanted me to tell you that they are praying for you.” Then she stood and pulled me up beside her. While we stood holding each other, she began to pray in Luo. My ears didn’t understand one syllable, but my heart understood every word. She was calling down healing from heaven for the friend she loves. I closed my eyes and drank it in. My body was so sick, but my heart was so loved.

The love from the widows and their care for me while I was sick was truly astounding. The next day after Joyce’s visit, another HIV positive widow named Lovincer spent her one-day off a week to come and be with me. She cleaned the house, fed me breakfast, and just sat with me while I slept. Then later that same afternoon, Joyce from Cornerstone, my dearest widow friend brought lunch and laughter. She brought so much food and so much joy. Then Joyce sat with me until the sun went down. She prayed for me in the same powerfully gentle way and it seemed the whole house filled with God’s presence. It was the prayers and the loving care of these dear widows that brought healing back to my body and love to my soul.

Jesus was right…the greatest of these is…love.



Update on the widows:
Well, as you can see, this week I was more the recipient of the Widows love than they were the recipient of mine. It was my worst week physically and my best week spiritually. Sometimes, I make it so complicated…this business of “ministry.” All it really is is friendship and love and sharing what you have with those that need it. Jesus is right…it can be that simple.

The widows are also rejoicing that 2 orders for necklaces came providing them with some much needed income! The jewelry is beautiful and I know those in the US that have ordered it have been so happy with their purchase. Keep praying that this jewelry business grows! (email lisatschetter@comcast.net if interested in purchasing jewelry)

The Dorcas Widows Emergency Fund is being used every week to help widows who are in dire circumstances. Last week I was able to provide food for two widows who were struggling to feed their families. It is an incredible blessing to be able to keep a family from sleeping hungry! I was also able to pay a hospital bill for a widow who was sick and in desperate need of care.

Thank you, thank you to those of you who have committed to paying school fees for some of the widows children. There are now 12 children in school who otherwise would have been sitting at home. God is creating a better future for them out of your love and generosity, so thank you! If any of you are interested in helping a widow pay school fees for her children, please contact Lisa Tschetter at the email above.

We are still asking the Lord to open a piece of property we can purchase for the widows. It is still our dream to create a “Dorcas Widows Community” where they can live rent free. We are constantly looking at property and hopeful that God will provide just the right spot at just the right time.

Update on my life:
I am finally well!! Praise the Lord! I am now finally feeling strong enough to move around town and to get back to the work I love. Thank you for all your prayer and support!

Kari