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A Twist of Faith - An American Christian's Quest to Help Orphans in Africa
A Twist of Faith: An American Christian's Quest to Help Orphans in Africa
Author: John Donnelly
Product Code: 0132 ISBN: 978-080700132-5
Pages: 
200
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5.5 X 8.5 Inches (US)
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Copyright Date Ed: 
07/10/2012
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From Chapter 1

A Moment in an African Field

This was all new. The country, the people, the big sky, the red-clay road that was so narrow it seemed to have been built for bicycles. Just being in Africa made him want to praise the Lord, which he did frequently and with great feeling. David Nixon Jr., an evangelical Christian and a doit-all carpenter from a suburb of Charlotte, North Carolina, couldn’t have been more excited, or more on edge, as he rode in the back seat of a long white Toyota Hiace van into the African bush.

He was traveling deep into the backcountry of a nation he had rst heard about only months before--landlocked Malawi in southeastern Africa. He was in the middle of nowhere as far as he was concerned, about an hour’s drive west of Lilongwe, the country’s quiet capital. And he was with ve fellow American missionaries, including two friends who, like him, were on their rst trip to Africa. They had all come in the middle of the summer in 2002 with a loose plan to nd local churches and work with them to help orphans. The six of them weren’t sure if that meant contributing money and whatever expertise each of them had to offer, or if it meant diving in and doing it all themselves.

Nixon was of average height and weight: ve foot eight, 165 pounds. He shaved his head every day so close that his scalp shone, a habit he had begun a decade earlier when he’d spent months living in a tent, studying the Bible, and trying to gure out how he would follow God’s word. He had strong arms, a broad chest, a linebacker’s shoulders, a booming baritone voice, and eyes that could be as playful as a child’s or as stern as a drill sergeant’s. He was not good at hiding his emotions. When he was having a good day, he was full of energy and vim, ready to attack life. When troubles got him down, his shoulders slumped as if he were Atlas carrying the weight of the world. Those dark moods would come and go, but they didn’t stay as long as they had when he was a young man hounded by trouble. He attributed the elevation of his mood to his trust in God. God was his Father, and when Nixon said grace, he praised God so thoroughly that the food would often get cold.

On this day in a eld in Malawi, he felt vaguely like one of those explorers from a distant era. But he and his partners weren’t looking for gold or diamonds, or for tribes that had had little contact with the outside world; they were hunting for a community in dire need of help. These men knew every community could use some assistance, so they needed to nd a local organization they could feel comfortable with to act as their on-the-ground contact. They believed fervently they had to do all the good they could do for poor Africans, the polar opposite of the goal of most of those who’d come before them, decades and centuries earlier--people who wanted to pillage the continent’s riches or enslave its inhabitants.

Their mission couldn’t have come at a more urgent time. According to estimates put forth by the United Nations, in recent years the number of orphans in Africa had grown to 34 million, a huge jump from a decade before, due to the AIDS pandemic, which had hit sub-Saharan Africa with greater force than anywhere in the world. In 2002, AIDS treatment was available to people in wealthier countries but to only a tiny percentage of HIV-positive people in Africa, Latin America, and Asia. Just ? fty thousand out of the millions of HIV-positive people in developing countries were receiving life-extending treatment. As a result, mothers and fathers in Malawi and throughout Africa were dying at alarming rates. Every day across Africa, relatives carried thousands of their near-to-death loved ones to hospitals that had no supplies or medications to save them. Hospital morgues stacked bodies in refrigerated and unrefrigerated rooms. The international community was just beginning to mount a response to this humanitarian emergency, forming the Global Fund to Fight AIDS, Tuberculosis, and Malaria in 2002; in 2003, the Bush administration committed billions of dollars to an ambitious program called the President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief, or PEPFAR.

But government programs and the continued work of well-established charities and nongovernmental groups that had labored for decades to deliver aid on behalf of wealthy nations weren’t the only responses. Mostly hidden from public view and rarely recorded or tracked by government or independent evaluators, thousands of private American groups, the vast majority of them faith based, were stirred to action. According to academics who studied development assistance, those faith-based groups gave several billion dollars a year to African causes, a stunning amount that likely surpassed the contribution of the U.S. Agency for International Development’s funding of African projects.

Over the past decade, I’ve often crossed paths with this underground movement of mostly untrained aid workers who arrived in countries across Africa. Five years ago, I decided to take a much closer look. In the fall of 2007, supported by a global-health reporting fellowship from the Kaiser Family Foundation, photographer Dominic Chavez and I started to document what exactly was going on with the torrent of American do-gooders traveling around Africa to help children. I wanted to determine if these disparate efforts were making any difference, either positive or negative. I decided to go to Malawi rst, a country I knew well from previous visits for my newspaper, the Boston Globe. And from the moment I started my journey, I saw American do-gooders everywhere. They were on every plane trip I took. In African countries, I ran into them at shopping malls, in government ofces, in bars and restaurants at the end of long days. Usually within the rst ten minutes of conversation, they brought up their deep Christian faith. More often than not, they extended an invitation for me to come see their work rsthand.

I also spent hours with the U.S. embassy employees who were the architects of the massive American response to ght AIDS. These were some of the most dedicated government workers I have ever met. In the early days of the PEPFAR initiative, they all seemed to work sixty or seventy or eighty hours a week. They were so dedicated because they knew the better the job they did, the more lives they’d save. There was no doubt in their minds. How could there be? If you lived in sub-Saharan Africa in 2003, all you had to do was go to a morgue or a cofn maker’s shack or the adult wing of a city hospital to be confronted by the inescapable truth: AIDS was destroying the population of young adults in Africa. The PEPFAR workers were fascinated by, and sometimes more than slightly uneasy about, all the private Americans from faith-based groups who were requesting information or showing up at embassies asking how they could help African children. Several longtime U.S. foreign-service of? cers estimated that the number of private do-gooders was two to three times higher than it had been in the 1990s.

As the members of these faith-based groups boarded planes for faraway destinations like Lilongwe, Addis Ababa, Nairobi, and Dar es Salaam, they imagined themselves building orphanages. Some of them anxiously awaited the culmination of months of planning to be allowed to adopt parentless children. David Nixon’s group from Monroe, North Carolina, was, in many respects, not so different from thousands of others. They were people with big hearts and big ideas. But like many of the others, they came without much else: without knowledge and, perhaps, without enough humility.

Inside the van in the Malawi bush, Nixon videotaped the scene of their arrival--the road ending, groups of barefoot children chasing them, smiling and laughing and jumping and waving in the dust of the van’s wake. The driver slowed the van to a stop, and Nixon hopped out. Trailed by children, he started to walk toward a clearing.

From the far side of the eld, a group of Malawians appeared, walking and singing condently and beautifully. They were singing in Chichewa, the local language, and their harmonies were so pleasing that the visitors stopped and let the group walk to them. Nixon began to talk as he shot video. He mustered all the composure he could to describe the obvious: “We just drove up and they started singing.”

That was it. He could say nothing else. As the singers came closer, their voices rising, he tried to speak, but he couldn’t. Ordinarily, he had the condence and natural charisma to talk with anyone. He would look everyone straight in the eye and squeeze his or her hand ? rmly--as ? rmly as his own belief in God. He was earnest and evangelical, deadly serious and deeply committed, and he had the unshakable conviction that he was a crusading knight in a foreign land.

But as he stood listening to the singing villagers, his knees weakened, tears rolled down his cheeks, and a chill crawled down his spine. He believed at that moment he was in the presence of God. The thought overwhelmed him: God stood with him. Why? Why now? Why here? What was it about that moment--about the group of Malawians, and the ? eld, and the children who had gathered all around him as he kept shooting video? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he had to do something on this ground. He had to do something to help these children. He felt that God was commanding him to do so. As he wept, he silently made a vow.

He was going to work in Africa, in this sliver of a country called Malawi that he knew nothing about, and he was going to help these beautiful children who had no parents. He was going to do good.

The path before him would never seem as simple and clear as it did at that moment. He was headed straight for trouble, and even though he had dealt with plenty of trouble in his life, this would test him--and teach him--like nothing had before. A twist of faith had brought him here. But to weather the trials to come, he would need strength, perseverance, and, most of all, an open heart and an open mind.
The unlikely story of how faith and determination compelled an American to travel to Africa and open a school for children orphaned by the AIDS epidemic.

David Nixon knew nothing about the small, landlocked African country of Malawi. An unassuming carpenter from North Carolina, Nixon had had his share of tough breaks, from enduring a traumatic childhood to battling drug addictions. But after having a religious awakening and learning about his church’s efforts to aid some of Africa’s most impoverished citizens, he found a new purpose for his life. He became determined to help the people of Malawi in some way-he would come up with the details later. Nixon raised money from his church community and set off for Africa, where he befriended a Malawian pastor and decided to do what so many Americans who go to Africa do: build an orphanage.

Nixon slowly comes to realize, however, that what he thinks is good for the Malawians is not necessarily what they need or want. As Donnelly shows, orphanages are not always the best use of resources, and there is much controversy surrounding removing children from their communities. After learning to listen to the villagers, Nixon amends his plan and eventually ends up building a school and a feeding center that supports 350 children orphaned by the AIDS epidemic.

A Twist of Faith is the story of one man who, despite personal setbacks, a profound cultural gap, the corruption of local officials, and the heartbreak of losing the orphans he comes to love, is determined to do good in a place nothing like home. It is the story of a man who saves himself by saving others. Nixon’s story is representative of a growing trend: the thousands of American Christians who are impassioned donors of time, money, and personal energy, devoted to helping African children orphaned by AIDS.

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“Through the story of David Nixon’s faith-driven journey to save the destitute in Malawi, John Donnelly explores the tenets of true service to underserved communities and accompaniment of the poor, while focusing a shrewd reporter’s gaze on the efforts of various American aid organizations in Africa. He offers a compelling account of the great joy, frustration, and personal sacrifice inherent in addressing the urgent moral claim of the poor on a Christian conscience.” --Paul Farmer, author of Haiti After the Earthquake

A Twist of Faith beautifully tells the story of an American Christian whose commitment to Africa’s orphans moves him from confidence, passion, and determination to humility, wisdom, and dependence. Along the way he slowly learns the best practices that can truly honor a culture and its children. An important book for anyone who wants to be God’s hands and feet in our broken world.” --Lynne Hybels, author of Nice Girls Don’t Change the World

“Donnelly documents the twisting road traveled by many from a faith-motivated righteous commitment to Africa’s AIDS orphans to the far more difficult destination of doing the right thing. David Nixon is an archetype for the dozens of well-intentioned Americans I have met who have triumphed or failed miserably in direct proportion to the degree that they were able to acquire humility, embrace African family and community values, and overcome the perception that they knew best what African children needed to thrive.” --Warren Buckingham, first recipient of the U.S. President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief Lifetime Achievement Award

“This is a story told with great honesty and respect, both honoring the central role of faith in inspiring compassionate action and sharing the hard lessons to be learned when the best of intentions go awry. Ultimately a story of hope and a call to informed action, A Twist of Faith is highly recommended reading.” --Kerry Olson, founder and president of Firelight Foundation and chair of Faith to Action Initiative

“Donnelly sheds light on the faith-inspired armies of compassion who have responded to a call to serve in Africa. We learn the fundamental truth that, regardless of the sums of money involved, service requires human interaction, humility, and an openness to otherness.”--Ambassador Mark R. Dybul, codirector, O’Neill Institute for National and Global Health Law, Georgetown University, and former U.S. Global AIDS Coordinator

A Twist of Faith asks good questions about how Americans motivated by faith can best help other people. There are not easy answers, btu I will look closer before I give money or send supplies to somethign that seems like a good cause.”v±Through A Glass

“I think this is an important book to read, especially for congregations that want to help African children.” --Hope is Real

“I’d recommend this book to pastors and missionaries. As well as any person seeking to live on mission both locally and globally. The lessons are not just applicable to those living overseas but also to people and churches stateside that want to reach their own communities.” --Love Drunk Bliss

“A rousing good read and cautionary tale of one man’s mission to help AIDS orphans in Africa - and how good intentions can pave the road to hell.” --Humanosphere

“Mr. Donnelly does a masterful job of slowly unraveling the troubled, complex, mutilayered Mr. Dixon.”--United Methodist Reporter

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