Have you ever been to Africa?

Have you ever been to Africa? No? Ah well someday I will take you.
You will see poverty like you never imagined.
You will see beauty and grace only known in dreams when you watch a giraffe run.
You will see Oppression's ugly face, unveiled and unashamed.
You will see the little black eyes that tell stories with no words.
Illiteracy will no longer be a concept, it will be a face.
You will shake hundreds of brown hands and your heart will be stained by them.
White smiles will cut you deep.
When your heart has hurt deeper than you thought possible and you have loved strangers deeper than you thought you ever would, you will reach out to help. You will pour out your heart and it will not even wet the dry cracked ground. Then you will know hopelessness.
Just when you think you can bear no more and feel you will die from the weight, the King will call your name. He will take you outside of yourself and show you where He is pouring out His heart. Then you will know Hope.