Chabbaboma
One of the days in chabbaboma we got to work in the fields. wow, did i feel dumb... there we were, stupid americans trying to plow a field and plant seeds. we had no clue what we were doing. fortunately, our new very patient zambian friends were able to explain to us what needed to be done.
working in the fields was physically exhausting. nevertheless, small children were still out there working away at the brink of dawn. what did i do when i was that age? most likely sleeping in until about 8 or 9 o'clock under feather blankets, then eating a bowl of captain crunch and watching cartoons for a few hours while playing with my barbie dolls. I am overwhelmed when i think about these differences. it almost makes me feel guilty, what did i do to receive such an easy life?
One of the days in chabbaboma we got to work in the fields. wow, did i feel dumb... there we were, stupid americans trying to plow a field and plant seeds. we had no clue what we were doing. fortunately, our new very patient zambian friends were able to explain to us what needed to be done. working in the fields was physically exhausting. nevertheless, small children were still out there working away at the brink of dawn. what did i do when i was that age? most likely sleeping in until about 8 or 9 o'clock under feather blankets, then eating a bowl of captain crunch and watching cartoons for a few hours while playing with my barbie dolls. I am overwhelmed when i think about these differences. it almost makes me feel guilty, what did i do to receive such an easy life?
2 comments:
Sarita,
nice to see you spelled Chabbaboma right. The question you posed about trying to reconcile the life we have been blessed with and the life that others around the world have been dealt is hard. I don't think there is an easy answer to that one. I guess like the story of the good samaritan we are not to ask why, but what are we going to do about the injustice. I feel since coming back more and more responsibility to reach the lost and impoverished. just my 2 cents.
Jim
I think the hardest part about coming home from a missions trip to an impoverished area is wrestling with the differences in our lifestyles. You had no more say on where you were born here in suburban USA than they did in a small village in Africa. I think we need to push past the guilt of our random birthplace & understand what it is God is teaching us now. How can we make a difference with the blessings we have in the lives of others? God allows us the privilege of these experiences for a reason. Our part is to ask
how will I use it?
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