My Dear Sister in Christ

I’ve just returned from Ethiopia. One of the things I did was visit the poorest of the poor who daily scrounge in the nearby dump to find food to eat. The sights and smells can’t fully be described. I spoke to an elderly widow who’s been bedridden for eighteen years. Leprosy has eaten away her fingers and toes, yet she was so happy to have me visit. A forty-dolor donation each month from a Christian in America provides her basic needs. When I asked what her greatest need was, she told me she had Jesus and food and lacked nothing else. In comparison, you and I live in the lap of luxury, yet we’re often guilty of complaining about the things we don’t have. In the future, when I’m tempted, I’m going to think of this dear sister in Christ in the slums of Ethiopia and be grateful.