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En She met them on the road
Where Is Your Hope Placed? It wasn’t a complicated question. But when Pastor Monica asked it, something broke inside two sisters who had been holding their family together with borrowed strength.
Jane and Chikoli weren’t sick, but they were tired. Tired of waiting, of caring, of being afraid. Their father had been in Mazabuka General Hospital for almost three years, and every visit felt like the same pain all over again. Day after day, they walked the same dusty road, their shoulders heavy with a burden that wasn’t just physical.
When you look at them—really look at them—you wouldn’t just see these women walking. You’d see them dragging themselves through life. Not because their legs were weak, but because of the invisible weight they carried: worries, exhaustion, guilt, sickness, and fears no one else could see. They didn’t know how to live with hope.
Pastor Monica didn’t meet them in a church or at a meeting. She met them on the road.
But she wasn’t there by accident. Her heart had been prepared, her voice trained, and her steps guided. Like many Christian leaders across Zambia, Pastor Monica had been equipped by ShareWord Global at a recent Ignite Event to bring the message of Jesus outside the walls of the church—into streets, homes, hospitals, and hearts.
She didn’t offer a medical solution or a life without pain. She offered a question to the young women. And with it, an open door to peace that doesn’t depend on a diagnosis—a kind of victory that isn’t measured by results, but by surrender.
With a gentle voice, she shared the Scriptures that had carried her through her own hard times.
She read Isaiah 53:4: "Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down...". The words didn’t sound like doctrine. They felt like healing—like a soothing salve on wounds that had been open for years. Something inside the sisters softened, as if they were finally allowed to feel the weight they had been carrying.
Then she read Jeremiah 30:17: ‘I will give you back your health and heal your wounds,’ says the Lord...". It wasn’t a medical promise. It was an eternal one. A healing that begins in the soul, even when the body is still waiting.
Pastor Monica didn’t preach. She listened to the sisters. And when the moment was right, she asked if they knew Jesus—not just as a religious figure, but as their personal Saviour. The women looked at each other. No, they didn’t know him that way. They didn’t know they could surrender. They didn’t know they didn’t have to carry the burden alone.
Right there, in the dust of the road, Pastor Monica led them in prayer. It wasn’t long. But it was honest. A confession. A surrender. A beginning.
She also prayed for their father. She didn’t promise a miracle. But she asked the God who heals hearts to touch his body too, if He willed it.
After that moment of relief, Jane and Chikoli continued toward the hospital. But something had changed. They no longer dragged their feet. They walked as redeemed daughters. The burdens of life hadn’t disappeared, but something inside them knew they didn’t carry it alone anymore.
Because sometimes, the deepest ministry happens on the edges of the road, not behind a pulpit.
“For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.” Matthew 11:30
