There is a precious simplicity in what has happened here in the last few weeks that I don’t want to over-complicate.
Life was once-again beautiful and rewarding. Being able to see through the eyes of others allowed us to see how special our time here is and how meaningful our lives may actually be. For that, we are humbled and grateful.
While the team from Grace Point was here, we engaged in “sandwich warfare”. This was basically a 6-day attack on hunger and scarcity that we decided to unleash on the local squatter camp.
Every day, we would load up with food (up to 200 sandwiches) and make the 2 minute drive to the nearest squatter camp. The kids would run to form a line as the church van pulled up and then they would eat. And they would eat. And they would eat some more. Then, when they were getting ready to disappear into the darkness again, we would bring out new soccer balls or jump ropes and the eyes of these precious children would light up again.
We saw the kids eat peanut butter and jam and polony and butter and chicken and everything we threw at them. One day, we might have actually seen the kids become full. That is, they couldn’t eat anymore. I can honestly say that in the hundreds of times we have fed the children there, I don’t think I had ever seen them full.
Six days, a couple of hundred dollars worth of bread, peanut butter, ice cream pops, soccer balls, and jump ropes…
Darkness into Light.
(is the boy eating the sandwich or is the sandwich eating the boy?)