Zambian Orphans Choir

Chapel today was sobering and uplifting. A group of AIDS orphans from Zambia came to share their story and to sing for us. It is hard to put into words what I felt, because it was so overpowering. Each of them came from a broken background of loss, yet their outlooks were so positive and they were able to rejoice in their Heavenly Father's providence through their circumstances. Their voices had such a harrowing passion as they cried out to the One who had become their parents in the wake of their tremendous loss.

I have never heard the song "He Knows my Name" sung quite like one of the small boys sang it. From the depths of his soul, bursting forth from a well that had been emptied of the brokeness of his plight and filled with the Love of God. Imagine these words spilling forth in earnest with a lilting sorrow-forged joy:

I have a maker He formed my heart,
before even time began My life was in his hands

He knows my name He knows my every thought,
He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call

I have a father, he calls me his own
He'll never leave me, no matter where I go

He knows my name He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call
He knows my name He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call

He knows my name He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls And hears me when I call
He hears me when I call

Words cannot do it justice, so I will draw this to a close. Only know that God has taken the overwhelming, incomparable sorrow of these AIDS orphans and has transformed it with the blood of His son that they may call Him father and rest securely in his arms of love! We should do likewise.