Coffee along the way

Coffee along the way
Coffee along the way

September 07, 2010

The trouble with being an anthropologist, is that you rarely study those in really nice affluent countries!  Rather, you are stuck with the ones nobody really wants to know in any case - the out of the way, deep- in-Africa type of place......

And in this type of location you find all kinds of challenges that you didn't bargain for or even thought of before embarking on your quest to get to know them!  You  know, to read about people suffering in the National Geographic, or to see it on TV, is quite different than seeing a person in agony and in the worst case even smelling death....

Yes, this is a bit of a morbid post, but hey, i have to have an outlet besides talking to my husband........and so here we go....
Yesterday i cleaned out a lady's wounds - Massive cancer growths that even the hospital will not treat anymore.  When i opened the dressing there were "things" wriggling in the dead skin!  Oh, goodness, how terrible,,,,but apart from coming to us, where will she go.  Where else will she get a soft hand and a soothing salve?  So sad, but so real - one of those things that you didn't bargain for when you signed up!

The whole point of living here is to get to know the people, but sometimes you wish you didn't know all that much - to lessen your own pain.  A face has a name, a name becomes a friend and when do you stop worrying and wanting to make it all better for everyone?  Too heavy a burden to carry! 

But in all of this, i know God's peace is around me, giving me the grace to deal with stuff that i do not know how to handle, helping me to have compassion, being in a small way His hands and feet here on earth.  And now i know why Jesus could not send away the crowds and had compassion on them......  

September 02, 2010

White bread

Yesterday i baked this really good looking white bread. But pride comes before the fall...... This morning i was ready for breakfast and cut two slices off......only to find that i had put too much salt into the bread and it was awful!!  Me, who likes salt, could not even eat it!  Not even with some sweet honey - it was totally ruined......

As my empty stomach was growling a bit, i got to think about bread and so on.  Sometimes my life looks like the white bread - all nice from the outside - even well-cooked on the inside, but there in the flavour something went wrong.  The taste - the most important factor - is off!

Sometimes the flour here has a funny taste too - something between fumigation tablets and strong cleaning liquid in a flour form.  Then the bread takes on that taste - nothing i have tried has rid the flour of that flavour.  How much do i allow the environment to influence my "flavour"?  How much things do i let into my heart to spoil my nice looking "bread" completely??

Something to think about today - what does my flavour tell others?  May the Bread of Life be my example and most significant influence today and every other day....... May i be a sweet smelling flavour to Him and the ones He placed around me.