April 25th  is World Malaria Day. 

Malaria is a reality that far too many people live with on a daily basis around the world. 

While living in Malawi, I was reminded each morning when I filled a glass full of water and swallowed a giant doxy pill of the reality of Malaria. 

The problem is… I was definitely in the minority of people swallowing pills on a given day. Most people just took their chances against the dreaded “malungo” (chiChewa for Malaria). 

Luckily, by the grace of God, I managed to avoid Malaria while I was in Malawi. I say “by the grace of God” because it was really nothing that I did! I was really more reckless than I should have been. I never once applied mosquito repellant while I was there, and there were a few occasions where the thought of having to tuck that stupid net in around me just made me want to give up… and I did. 

However, not everyone is so lucky. 

Each year, Malaria kills approximately 1 million people.

Out of that 1 million, an estimated 80% are children.

In Africa, every day, about 2,000 children breathe their last breath because of this preventable disease.


Malaria IS preventable.

Something as simple as sleeping under a bed-net can save a person’s life. 

There are many initiatives raising support and providing these resources to people that simply can’t justify spending money on a bed-net when they haven’t put food in their child’s body for over a day.

If you would like to give a bed-net, do it here.

Also, for those of you living in the Brazos Valley… a good friend of mine is the youth minister at A&M United Methodist Church. On May 1st, they will be hosting a benefit concert for “Nothing But Nets” featuring Jimmy Needham. Check it out here.


I’ll recap a story for you that I wrote about when I was in Malawi:

Returning from a trip down south to her home village, my neighbor, Agnes, had an extra piece of luggage. This piece of luggage had a name and was wearing a nice peach colored dress. 

Her name was Gladys, and she was probably 4 years old. 

Gladys was placed under the big tree in our back yard each day to sit with the other kids. But there was definitely something different about her compared to the other kids. While they would be running in circles, laughing and screaming, she would be dozing in and out with her eyes kinda rolling toward the top of her head. 

If someone were to ask me to define what “lifeless” looks like, I would simply say “Gladys”. 

I remember the first time I picked her up and held her in my arms. I had never felt something so limp before. 

For weeks, she stayed next door, where she was getting much better nutrition compared to the modest 1 meal a day she may of got from her incredibly poor family. 

However, it wasn’t until one of the missionaries convinced Agnes to let us bring her to the hospital to just get her checked out that we discovered that malnutrition was minor compared to a much more serious problem. 

Gladys had been suffering from a level-4 case of Malaria for quite some time. 

For someone like me, level-4 would have put me on the brink of death.

It was only the grace of God that had protected her and allowed such a tiny child to survive such harsh treatment to her body. 

They discovered that as a result of the Malaria, Gladys had become severely anemic and to top it off, her body was infested with worms. 

The doctor prescribed some intense anti-malarial drugs and we just hoped for the best. 

It was amazing to see the progress that Gladys made once she received the medication. 

Out of simple ignorance and a lack of resources, this precious girl nearly lost her life. 

When I think of Malaria, my arms feel the weight of a lifeless 4-year old girl laying on my shoulder. 

That weight extends from my arms and is a weight that plunders my soul. 


3 thoughts on “

  1. Thanks so much for posting this, and reminding us all to look a little beyond ourselves today.
    I’m not sure if you read this (I had this issue with me in Malawi) but it’s absolutely fascinating – particularly the parts about how the world efforts to eradicate malaria seemed to conveniently (for the West) cease before it was Africa’s turn to be sprayed down, leaving us malaria free and Africa, well, screwed.

  2. Ryan…wow, what a post! We’ve cherised your Malawi pics for all these months and when I flip through them I often wish we could have had you over to explain each picture. This picture of Gladys has always been one of my favorites…but now I know her story!

  3. Thank you. You know how Gladys still tugs at my heart til this day! I will never forget that precious little girl as long as I have one breathe left in my body.

    Gladys did indeed remind me how ignorant we in the west are about how severe malaria really is in Africa. I will always thank the Lord for sparing her life and enabling her to get the medications she needed to survive.

    Love You!

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