This morning I attended the funeral of a 7 year old boy named Mamba. His life, of course, was way too short. His death was tragic: killed by his step-father who then also took his own life.

Many of our staff, who knew Mamba well, have been deeply involved in all of this from the beginning. When it was discovered Mamba was missing, they were out looking for him. When they found the step-father, they tried to rush him to the clinic, only to have him die in the car. While the mother and grandmother were waiting at home for word on what had happened, they were waiting with them. Once Mamba was found, one of them had to identify the body. They explained to all the children at the Care Point what had happened to their friend. They organized food. They organized transportation. They planned and led the night vigil and funeral service from beginning to end. I'm so proud to be a partner in ministry with all of them...they have been phenomenal through all this, they have led and comforted beautifully, and I'm certain they have been light and love to this family and community in a very deep way.