Genesis 15:11 NLT “Some vultures swooped down to eat the carcasses, but Abram chased them away.”
The harshest of teachers, experience, was (and is) my mentor. First experiences are unforgiving, unkind, and unfeeling.
The eradication of poverty, an NGO "buzzword," is everyone's ultimate goal. Everyone wants to help people to support themselves, to have "gone fishing."
Why is it that we are so easy to reject correction or warning? Why are we so sure that our own ways are the best?
It's now my turn to serve the world around me with that same unchanging love, even if to them I'm mnyamuhanga.
I guess a few people wondered what we were doing but I really didn’t care. Lifelong love deserves some moments of its own and for me one of those moments was the dance that happened in front of Shoprite.
If we excuse ourselves from serving because the need is greater than our capacity, our excuse is a poor one. While we might not be able to do everything, we can do something.
Just yesterday after Jack Sparrow made his swift exit, I went out the front door to see if I could catch another glimpse of him. Maybe he would stay around the house?
The world has become a small place. In 1987 when we first moved to Africa, it took months to get news vial mail from "back home." Once, we went six months without knowing what was in our bank account. You may wonder why we didn't just make a phone call and find out. Well, there was no phone available to us back then. You could say we were off the grid.
I've been busy this past year assigning names to things I went through. The list was long, filled with unfriendly designations like Frustrating, Exhausting, Debilitating, Incredulous and Difficult.