We had just gotten back to the guest house in Bamako, Mali. Fourteen year old Carson was on his second trip.He was lying on the cot in our room, and he said, “everyone in America needs to experience what we just did. It would Chang the way they view life.”
No doubt, it would, or at least cerainly should. The bush village we spent the week in is typical of that region of the world. No running water, no electricity, although there is cell phone service (a strange paradox). For the fifth year in a row the rains were not adequate, so the harvest was meager and hunger will set in shortly, again.
They wear the same couple of outfits until there is nothing left to repair. Mud huts. Children,s toys are a plastic bottle with bottle caps made into wheels, and pushed by a stick as a toy donkey cart.
When I returned to email finally I was greeted by an email from an American “Christian” saying, “my feelings are hurt.” I cannot say more here lest someone figure I am talking about them. The issue is not the point. It is typical of our self serving consumer approach to our faith. It’s all about me. Church is about my needs being met. Try being missional and see what happens.
Jesus (remember Him), said “If anyone wants to come after me, he must deny Himself,take up his cross daily, and follow me.”