Rob Chifokoyo is polite, thoughtful, a little quiet. He doesn’t strike you right away as the kind of guy who could turn four text messages into a youth conference attended by more than 600 teenagers. But he is.
Rob was one of many amazing people we had the chance to meet on our trip to Zimbabwe this past January (you might have read about some of that visit somewhere around here), and when I heard he would be coming to Pennsylvania to visit us, I was thrilled. His is an incredible story, and I had the pleasure to hear him tell it several times this week.
Not that long ago, Rob had it made. (He’ll tell you that he still does, but you get my point.) It was 2007 and he was in the U.S. He’d gotten out of Zimbabwe – his dream had come true, to hear Rob tell it. He was young, in the United States, making friends, planning on college, going places. The rest of his family had gotten out, too – spread across the U.S. and Canada. Rob was ready to join them.
Until he went to a diner one day with some friends. And used the restroom.
It was there – not a church, not a prayer group, not Dr. Phil – that Rob had what he calls a “God moment.” By the time he walked out of the restroom and returned to the table, his worldview had changed. He knew he was called to return to Zimbabwe, and start a ministry there. To leave behind the new life he had just discovered and immersed himself in, and return to a country ravaged by HIV, unemployment and hopelessness. At precisely the moment where his life had fallen into line, Rob – for reasons he could barely articulate and with absolutely no plan whatsoever – was blowing it all up.
He’ll be the first to tell you this was crazy. But he did it.
Rob went home to Zimbabwe and started an organization called Dare2Serve – a grass-roots, Christian community outreach group focused on mobilizing the youth of Harare to reach out to the lost, who in that city alone number in the tens of thousands. And Rob started it with four text messages.
This was the plan, or at least as much of a plan as Rob had: He was going to gather some friends, on Valentine’s Day, and venture into Harare’s Avenues – an area of the city rife with prostitution after dark. His thinking was that women like these, whose idea of “love” had been so warped by poverty and desperation, were those truly in need of comfort, and encouragement, and prayer.
He sent those four text messages, and they morphed into about 30 young people, all willing to join him in his mission: Rob and his friends would give a red rose to every prostitute they met as a way of starting a conversation. As he said later with a grin: “I’m sure every guy who gets caught giving a prostitute a rose says, ‘You don’t understand … I’m praying with her.’ But I guess our plans weren’t that well thought out at that point.” In any case, something else Rob’s team hadn’t taken into account was that it was a Sunday night – not exactly prime time for prostitution – so they actually had a hard time finding recipients for their roses.
Until they saw all the children. Hundreds of them, Rob says, who literally and figuratively came out of nowhere. Kids living on the streets, in the dark, kids living with their grandmothers in some rough housing somewhere. Orphans of Harare. Rob and the Dare2Serve team suddenly had no shortage of recipients for their roses, and their care.
And that’s how it started. Dare2Serve now convenes at least every weekend – always getting the word out via text messages – to teach young children, to rebuild crumbling buildings, to reach out on street corners and retirement homes and orphanages and anyplace else where they can reach those whose hope is dwindling. This leap of faith built so quickly that Rob and Dare2Serve were able to put on a three-day youth conference the following year, where more than 600 youth – from every social stratum – came together to be encouraged and connected.
After meeting Rob in January, it was really a joy to see him again this week as he came to see us at Covenant Church as part of a larger trip to the U.S. – to visit again with those of us lucky enough to make the trip to Zim a few months ago, make some new friends, share with our youth groups and to join us for worship services. (Rob looked out at the crowd Sunday morning and told the congregation he was a bit nervous: “This looks like the entire white population of Zimbabwe in one room.” He also observed that Wawa appears to be “an ATM that spits out sandwiches.” I love that.)
Rob enjoyed his time with us here this week, and we loved having him – reconnecting and marveling at the ways that he and Dare2Serve are making an impact in his homeland. Rob still has a few more weeks in the States, culminating in a trip to California where next month he will reunite with – and marry – his fiancee, Lisa, who is wrapping up her degree at Azusa Pacific.
After that, Rob and Lisa – a white Zimbabwean – will return to their home, both leaving behind the lure of a more comfortable life in the U.S. Both intent on reaching the unreached and remembering the forgotten. Continuing to build Dare2Serve from a small flash mob into a formidable youth movement, one text at a time.