Thursday, May 1, 2014

“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” ― Mahatma Gandhi

Sometimes, I forget about the good things that we do because I am not involved with them on a daily or even weekly basis.  We help Pete feed his 25 orphans from time to time, but they live in Arusha.  Every day, we feed over 65 orphans right here on our grounds, but I don’t buy the food, cook it, or serve it.  Neema does that—I just pay for it.  We teach those same 65 orphans every day, but again I don’t do it—we have teachers who do it.  I pay for an unknown number of children to go to school and pay for their uniforms and extra tutoring when it is needed.  I don’t know how many because I don’t keep track of the pastors’ children, the staff’s children, or the children of neighbors.  I know of the five who have made it all the way through university or a teachers college, but as they no longer require my help, I don’t think about them much.  I can’t travel to all of our churches on a regular basis and have no idea how much my training has changed their service.  We have 13 pastors and lay pastors in seminary right now, but I am not paying for their tuition, books, or room and board because that is being paid for by the Korean Methodist Church, but four times a year, I pay for their bus fare to the seminary in Arusha and back plus giving them each a little spending money every term which means they couldn’t be in school without our help.  But since they aren’t even around, I don’t feel like I am doing anything to help them.  There are a whole lot of people around here who eat every day thanks to what we have done and are doing.  There are a lot of people who have clean, safe drinking water because of what we have done and are doing.  There are children getting educations—well, you get the drift.  I watch “The Secret Millionaire” and am envious of all those people who work every day with the people they help.  I used to do that when I was a pastor, a teacher, a counselor, and a mental health worker.  These days, I’m just too old with too many health issues to work that hard on a daily basis, but as I always preach—you do what you can, with what you have, where you are.  That’s all God ever asks of you, but that’s a whole lot.  I just have to remember that it’s not about me, it’s about the children—and they are worth everything I have to give.  It only takes five minutes with them in the morning, and they convince me, quickly, that we are doing what God has called us to do.  
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