God Knows

I stood on the red rock, transfixed. Before me was a puzzle I couldn’t solve. Some prehistoric creature, three-toed and massive, had left footprints there in the rock some 200 million years ago. Roughly.ry=400-56 ry=400-55 ry=400-57 ry=400-58

Had the rock been mud at the time? Was I standing in an old riverbed? What creature had passed here? Where was it going and why? Was it in a hurry, trying to escape or to catch something? And the smaller tracks nearby? Were they the marks of a baby? Or another creature?ry=400-61 ry=400-62

I came to Africa looking for answers. I was hopeful, prayerful, that this trip would provide concrete answers.

Instead, I was asking more and more. I traced the print with my finger. A little further down the slope, more tracks lined up. Going a different direction? A different time? Or were all of these creations moving at the same time, fleeing some major catastrophic event? And was that the print of a large cat-like creature?ry=400-60 ry=400-51

Naphtali, our guide, paused, fingering his chin. He squatted and scratched his head. I wandered closer to see. A heel? And toes? Earlier that morning he had pointed to tracks in the dust and asked us to identify them. Little feet, like a child’s, but oddly non-human at the same time – I was stymied. Baboon. Now, we squatted together over the markings in the rock. Was this the print of an early human?ry=400-54

“I just don’t know,” Naphtali broke into my musings, his words echoing my thoughts. And then suddenly something slipped into place.ry=400-52 ry=400-53 ry=400-59

“We think we know so much, but we don’t,” I responded. Yes. This place and this time and these people and these events and these opinions in the here and now. The accumulation of knowledge, of facts and data and talking points and stories… we think we know. But what we know is so fragmented, so incremental, so small.

“God knows,” Naphtali smiled. My fingers went to the cross around my neck. “Amen.”

And the striving ceased. These questions… God knows. Our questions… God knows. So when Hubby asked me to define our trip to Africa, the word “peace” was the first definition. God knows.

Four years ago this month, a group of friends opened an online store to begin selling tea to provide medical care for people in rural parts of Africa. CompassioNow had been around for 6 years working with clinics in South Africa, Tanzania, Kenya. But this group of friends wanted a steadier stream of donations, a more reliable funding option to ensure the continuance of this support, to make it easier for the clinics to know what they could rely on from CompassioNow. So, Compassion Tea was born as an online company focusing on gathering members and sharing tea to save lives through cups of tea shared with friends, through stories and a common cause and a common enjoyment – tea.

It turns out that a cup of tea with a friend on the back patio or around the coffee table wasn’t big enough! God knew! And through His leadership, Compassion Tea has evolved over the years.

As of this month, as we celebrate our four years as a company, we are closing down the retail side of the business and fully devoting ourselves to the wholesale business. God wasn’t content with the small; He had visions of large groups of people sipping Compassion Tea and learning the stories of people in rural parts of Africa. So, He led us to Valley Community Church in Pleasanton, CA, and then across the country to Ebenezzer’s Coffee House on Capitol Hill. Our wholesale business has expanded to over 20 different coffee shops, tea shops, church cafes, and gelato shops in a dozen different states.

We are beyond words over the possibilities this is going to open for CompassioNow to serve more and more clinics, to provide more and better care for people in rural parts of Africa, to expand our support of current clinics and to explore new clinic options in other parts of Africa.

And while we see the today, the here and the now, the fragmented, incremental bits of this time and this place and this space, God knows infinitely more how a small band of friends took tea and used it to share stories and to provide “life-saving medical care to the world’s least served” and how that will echo down the stretches of time.

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