There’s a saying in Africa that we typically use in our family, “heart like an African taxi, there’s always room for one more.” Unless you’ve been in an African taxi, this would make zero sense. Let me break down the process with you.
We were in Lesotho at our base camp getting ready to go on a two week home stay in the surrounding villages. They told us we’d be ready early in the morning and the taxi will take us to town then another to our new homes. So we said our goodbyes and headed down the mountainous terrain. Immediately loud, colorful music with beats that could be heard for miles was playing and our new besotho brothers and sisters were dancing and laughing urging us to dance like crazy with them. We stop, pick up a person, music played and we danced. We stopped, picked up another person, music played and we danced.
As we got to town and to our next taxi, we realized, these taxis do not leave town unless they are completely full. So sometimes you’re waiting hours until the 15 passenger taxi is full. We waited about an hour before we set off to our host sister, Mpeo’s, house in a village about an hour and a half away. Music played and the same process happened: we stopped and picked up people. Everywhere few minutes, we stopped until people were literally standing in the doorway and we were driving with the door open. It’s an experience to say the least but it got me thinking.
I want my heart to always be like an African taxi. Isn’t that God’s heart toward us? He chases us down, stops, let’s us in His love and wants us to enjoy our presence in Him. I want to be the one that stops for the next person because they won’t just “catch the next taxi,” they are worth it to the kingdom of God and I want them to know.
If there’s anything that I’ve learned in my time in Africa in the last few years of any importance, it’s that love is so vast and unique. God’s Love is like an African taxi: it stops, let’s us in with all our baggage and carries us where we need to be. Love looks different and the way God shows us love is amazing.
Love looks like my host sisters who’s known me one day hold my hand through the entire village because she didn’t want me to be lost. Love is our other host sister running through a field to greet us because she couldn’t wait for her other two sisters to come. Love is our host mom bringing out an old family photo album and pictures of her husband who passed away because she wants us to know about her life. Love is our host sister dancing and playing soccer with us on the side of the Lesotho mountains in our small village. Love is praying in Sesotho or our host mom eating dinner last just to make sure we had enough. Love is five of us sitting a small room praying in two languages to the same God before we go to bed.
Love is so vast. God’s love is so unique. It stops for the passerby, the stranger, and even the friend. His love dances with us in eternity. His love radiates hospitality and goodness. I want to pray for my heart to be more like an African taxi because God’s love is just like that, His kingdom is like that - limitless and always willing to stop for you.
“If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.”
1 Corinthians 13:3