
Every Sunday, the children in Sunday school provide special music for the worship service.
Last week we experienced another brown out which left us without power for the night. This means no aircon or fans! Extremely hot and sticky! We were trying not to be too discouraged!
That day I went to see one of the women from church who had recently had her 7th child and I knew that we expect way too much! Her living room consisted of a concrete floor and one grass mat, absolutely no furniture at all. The bedroom for the whole family was a room with a bamboo floor, open to the ground outside, one bamboo bed, one hammock. The kitchen floor was completely mud and gravel, a primitive table, not one chair.
Later we were led to another buntis (pregnant woman) to do a prenatal. Her home consisted of an 8x8 shack on stilts, for every piece of bamboo on the floor there was an opening to the ground below.
It was a stark reminder of the poverty! Why am I complaining about no fan for one night? What does God want us to do?