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A little Mission boy called Rodrick

Nov 1, 2013

The school year at the Mission is over and this is a good time to reflect on the past, recall good things, and remember the “Victories in Christ” as we prepare for the year ahead.

But, sometimes my mind keeps going back to that accident. I remember like it was yesterday. It was March 7, 2013; Symon and I were returning to the Mission after distributing support for food to 34 congregations. We left them happy and praising God. We rejoiced too – that God and Jesus had been honored.

But our joy was soon shattered. On the road back, we looked death in the face. In a flash we were struck head-on by a speeding van-taxi. There was no time to think, no time to avoid colliding. The vehicle was directly in front of us, there was a loud bang, and we were unconscious. I saw what death looks like; people were praying, we were praying.

Did you know you can pray while you are unconscious? She said I was praying; she said I was praising Jesus, she said that I said, “Amen,” at the end of every praise. Hmm, I wonder what she is talking about? Who was this woman telling me these things? It turns out that she was in the accident also. She was a passenger in the taxi, and she was laid beside me where I lay unconscious. We were placed there while people were trying to find a way to get us to the hospital. This day we both met death face-to-face.

It was just recently that I met this woman in Blantyre.

She said “iiii, mulipo bambo?” meaning, ‘Hey, are you still here, Sir?’ Then she asked, “Do you remember what you were saying in your prayers? You kept saying, ‘Lord forgive him, Lord forgive him.’ Instead of yelling at the reckless taxi driver, you kept praying for him. Why was this?” she asked in disbelief?

My son, Josiah, was with me this day and we were both tongue-tied. We didn’t know how to respond, we had no good answer for this lady. It even took a while to remember who she was. She continued, ‘”You may not remember me, but, I was in the taxi which hit you on March 7th. We both were laid on the ground, and you prayed without stopping, and you would say “Amen!” at the end of every short prayer. We were taken to the hospital together in the same vehicle and you kept praying all the way to the hospital. “By the way,” she asked, “Are you a Preacher?” I felt humbled that this lady thought I was a righteous person. In fact, I didn’t even remember what I had said while unconscious.

This accident helped me to be aware of perhaps a fraction of the pain Christ suffered. God is still with us. This I know. At first I thought I was just a little mission boy called Rodrick. I am amazed at the respect, care, and support rendered to me throughout this period by my Christian brothers and sisters. This accident has put me at a better position to appreciate the fact that through Christ I am in a family of good people who will always be there in times of need.

I still remember and wonder at this lady saying, “Do you remember what you were saying in your prayer?” No ma’am, I don’t remember, but thankfully, God does.

Rodrick Maluwa

Rodrick Maluwa is a walking picture of someone who denies himself on a daily basis for the sake of others. He has told me before, "Brother, we are Christians. We have no rights."

– Ben Hayes