When my World Race squad was in Swaziland back in January, a few of my teammates had the opportunity to minister to a woman named Dudu. Dudu is 27 years old and has been living with AIDS and TB. Back in January her situation seemed hopeless and the hearts of my teammates broke over this woman’s condition. The loved her and cared for her, and even spent time with her in the hospital. I never met her back then, but heard story upon story about her. Their time spent with her was also a process of “learning to die” with her, and understanding what it means to minister to someone who is past medical help. They left Swazi thinking that she would pass away very soon.
Since returning to Swazi, I was completely surprised to learn during our first week that Dudu was still alive, living across the street with her mother, father, sisters, and her son. When I found out, I was completely overjoyed. I couldn’t believe that this woman who I heard so much about in January as being on her deathbed was still here. Her situation was still heartbreaking, spending most of her days lying on the bed and struggling to speak, but she was still here. Our girls struggled a little in the beginning with how to minister to someone in her condition, but as the weeks went by they grew in their ability to love her and care for her in beautiful ways. I saw the Lord sustaining her and saw it as a gift that we got to love her. Even last week, her son turned one year old and we were able to throw him a birthday party. That was the only time I was able to go to her house and I got to sit with Dudu, feed her birthday cake, and hold her hand. She is so incredibly beautiful.
Every day that the girls go to Dudu’s, they never know what to expect. On the ‘good’ days, her family sits her on the porch and she is able to speak a little; and on the ‘bad’ days, she is confined to her bed and it takes every ounce of energy to eke out the smallest of sounds. This past Wednesday, our girls went over to her house for a visit. Dudu was lying in her bed looking so small and weak. Even though her condition looked bad, it is usually the most common. They sat with her, prayed with her, and read her letters they had written for her. Though those days are hard, it is beautiful to be able to sit with someone in their pain and let them know how much God loves them, that they are not forgotten.
A few hours after the girls had gone to see her, one of our translators came to our house to tell us that Dudu had passed away. Our girls just broke. Though this news wasn’t necessarily unexpected, we really didn’t think it would happen. There was sadness and anger and helplessness. Having to face the reality of death in this place is almost unbearable. To see this beautiful, 27 year old woman with a one year old child be taken away from this world in such a painful way is heartbreaking. Everything about it shows the injustice and sin of this world, and being faced with it in such a real way can be incredibly overwhelming.
In the midst of all this sadness, our role in her life was not finished. Erica and I drove Dudu’s family, along with Dudu’s lifeless body to the funeral home and helped her mother and sister pick out a coffin. I don’t think the gravity of all of that has settled in yet, but I can truly say I felt so honored to be able to do this for Dudu. I know her life has touched so many people. Countless teams have come through this place with the intent of ministering to her, but I feel like she has been able to minister to them as well. She taught them how to love and serve and understand not only the reality of death but the beauty of praising God in the midst of it. She taught them how to sit with her in her suffering, and love her when there was nothing else to do. Every team left this place saying goodbye to Dudu and didn’t know how long she had; but we were here to say the final goodbye, knowing that the next time we meet we will never have to say it again. And even though it is hard to be here right now going through this loss, I rejoice in knowing that she is in Heaven, standing before her Father, praising His name and no longer living under earthly pain. Her body has been restored and it is beautiful.
