I have always thought that the laughter of young children was the most infectious, innocent, wonderful, and spiritually uplifting thing a person could hear. After raising three children of my own, I now know that sometimes that laughter means that discipline and a lot of cleanup may be involved later, but the hardest thing to do is to remain stern in the face of that laughter. It’s been said that laughter is the best medicine, and it certainly doesn’t hurt. During our three-day training session to become missionaries, one of the things that was stressed was the ability to laugh—at your own mistakes, and to laugh with the people you are serving. We laugh a lot here. I wrote yesterday about the laughter of children being like flowers you could hear (and it is). Well, almost every afternoon we can hear our next door neighbors children laughing as they play games near our fence. John went over a couple of days ago to watch and participate a little, so yesterday he went back with a video camera. Charlini, the orphan we are helping to raise went with him. Today I can offer you the gift of these children’s laughter. We don’t know what the game is called, but apparently, it is like dodgeball where you have to pick up all the sticks on the ground until you are tagged with the ball. Charlini is the girl in the green top with the green patterned skirt. Go to this url:
sit back and enjoy three minutes of the flowers we live with. These kids don’t know that they are poor and obviously don’t need video games and gadgets to have fun and feel good. This is our gift to you from Tanzania today. The male voice you hear is my son, John. Have a blessed day!