Botswana is bordered by South Africa to the south and southeast. One afternoon, while on a leisurely ride through the countryside with a few friends, the driver suddenly veers off the road and makes his way through mounds of reddish brown sand, halting abruptly at the edge of a clearing. Getting out of the vehicle, he motions, “Follow me.” After trudging across the clearing, which seems to be ocean-sized, we go part way down an incline before stopping. Below us is a gully. Beyond this gully the landscape changes suddenly and dramatically. Instead of the plentiful orange-y sand, brush and beige brown outcroppings rise up. We are standing in Botswana. The valley is a no-man’s-land. Opposite us is South Africa. The fact of the matter is that despite its varied terrain and political topography, it’s all one desert that stretches out to meet a seemingly endless horizon. This is a world not of the making of politicians or tribes. It is God’s world. It is vast and wild and challenging. Every time you look up you see something different.