![]() |
|
She was a good, strong, smart daughter of Zimbabwe. And she asked: "If I touch somebody, will I get AIDS?" "What do you mean?" I countered. "I am a hairdresser," she explained. "I do people's hair. I like to do it because I can make them look pretty. Some of them come in and they seem sadder than I have ever beenand I have been plenty sad. They want to look pretty, and I want to help them. |
|
"There are some other things that you should know," I added. "A person who has AIDS is not very immune from all kinds of other diseases. You don't want to get those diseases any more than you want to get AIDS. So you need to stay healthy and clean so your body can fight off other ordinary infections that your customers may bring along with them. Also, a customer who has AIDS cannot fight off any infections that she may get from you. A bad cold bug in you may not be much of a problem because you are healthy and your body is winning against that cold rather well. But she has no immune system left to fight that cold bug. So she could catch anything that's around, even things that don't bother you. Sometimes you will see people wearing masks when they work with people who have AIDS. That gives the person with AIDS more protection than it gives the helper. Frankly, I think that it's a good idea not to bring sick people any more misery than they may already have."
The break was over and the other class members had retaken their seats. The lecture hall was nearly full again and I needed to get back to my presentation. So I summarized the question that my new friend Teresa had asked and described my answer. The balance of the day contained more earnest questions and, I pray, more patient answers. I never get tired of teaching young people about AIDS and about their health. I am now a little vague about the last few hours at the small college in Zimbabwe. But Teresa is still on my mind. "They are so sick," she had said. "They want me to touch them. I want to touch them. I want put my hands in their hair. I want to lay my hands on their heads. But my family needs me. I must not get sick. My big heart may be my ultimate undoing. I want to do and not do." |
|
In democratic theory, we reason that mobility is the measure of liberty. We know we are free when we have the unrestrained option to move to destinations of our own choice. Mobility and immobility are variations on the themes of liberty and confinement. When The United Methodist Church helps poor people from India teach poor people in Africa to make and fit prosthetic feet and legs, it makes a huge practical difference in people's lives. Some of the difference is about basic freedom. Dr. Chand reports that those who wear new legs need a flat, straight, level surface on which to learn to use them. Where better than the center aisles of United Methodist country churches? "It adds a whole new dimension to walking to the altar,'" she says. |
|
When the oil fields were cleared, the oil company ran sheep over the fields. Some sheep blew up, apparently finding the last remaining mines. At that point, the fields were certified, and shepherds were allowed to resume grazing their flocks there. Some shepherds blew up. When I heard the Kuwaiti story, I decided that landmines are not just bad politics; they are a public-health risk and ought to be treated with the same dedication that we show in treating disease. The General Board of Global Ministries continues in its preparation to remove landmines from the landscape physically. We have undertaken research, engaged consultants, and sent survey teams to distant places. We have interviewed deminers who have worked for us in eastern Europe. United Methodists are catching our enthusiasm for this work, and financial contributions are starting to roll in. |
|
Text and photographs copyright 2001 by New World Outlook: The Mission Magazine of The United Methodist Church. Used by Permission. Visit New World Outlook Online at http://gbgm-umc.org/nwo/. For reprint permission, contact New World Outlook by E-mail at nwo@gbgm-umc.org. |