Sunday, June 19, 2011
Simou (right) is the father of five. A fisherman, his work is hard in the depleted waters of his little country. He was helping his daughter and son-in-law build a house next door last time I was with him. Good-hearted guy in a tough world.
Another dad (left) and grand-kids on the steps in front of his simple home. He's a fisherman too. He helped his son buy a home there in the little village by the ocean. His son is also a fisherman.
“A mother is gold, a father is a mirror.” – Nigerian proverb.
The oldest grandson (center, right) is doing well in school and fishes with his father. Bright kid; difficult future in the subsistence economy.
Father's Day isn't celebrated everywhere in Africa, but like families everywhere, Dad is a key to who the children will be. Happy Father's Day, fellows. God bless you and your families. Good men, all.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
We were chatting on facebook last night, Eliseu and I, and he was looking at this page with so many pictures of him over the years. I told him that all my friends had heard about him; he laughed.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
|Salma and her 3-yr old son Anderson, my buddy, and family|
OK so a couple of hours later, the phone rings again, and it's Salma and you can hear her family laughing in the background; she says, "Anderson wants to say hello to his friend." Ha! I got a "grandpa call" from Kenya! So my 3-yr old buddy Anderson gets on the phone and laughs and says something typically incomprehensible, and I ask him if he's being a good boy, and he laughs and you can hear Salma and her sister and mom and grandmother laughing along with him. It's about 10 PM where they are; just a little family fun before turning in for the night, I suppose.
Friends are a joy.
They are all dear friends; scattered across the world, some whom we know intimately, some who are distant friends but whom we love nonetheless. Fourteen children here, thirty-eight plus there, two in Ghana, one precious fellow in India, a few in Ethiopia, plus their families. We've met enough of them face to face to understand that our family is large.
... for I was hungry, and you gave me food to eat. I was thirsty, and you gave me drink. I was a stranger, and you took me in.
It's a heart thing, I think. You have to actually care. And you have to recognize that the poor aren't poor by choice. It usually is done to them, by discrimination, by politics, by external events they didn't choose.
In our own community and elsewhere, there are opportunities to lend a hand, to make a difference. We're supposed to love each other, perhaps with more heart than a government program might offer.
It's so vitally appropriate to help, of course, but there are more questions.
Meet today's need...
... or can we perhaps help solve the problem too?