Back home in the U.S. and in many other places, there is a pandemic of hedonistic self-absorption. We get so wrapped up in our stuff, our properties, and our social status that it becomes easy to forget to count our blessings. Well, here’s the cure:
Being here in Uganda, we see whole families staying (few actually own any property) in a mud hut with a grass roof that measures no more than 10′ x 10′. They have no source of water other than by bucket from an unclean stream which the children are required to retrieve twice daily. They sleep on a dirt floor on shabby mats amid lice and fleas and Jiggers. They have one change of clothes and many have no shoes. Some old men in the villages have never owned a pair. Their gnarly bare feet resemble tree roots. They eat one meal of beans and posho (corn mush) a day, if they are lucky. Generally speaking they are at least 30% underweight. Their bones stick out and their muscles are tawny and strong. They toil in the sun grubbing trenches or sweeping the dirt streets with brush brooms for a few schillings a day. And yet these are among the happiest people we have ever met. Why? Because they have the gift of life and no one in their family died today.
The blessings that flow to us in America are completely inconceivable to these beautiful Ugandans. But in so many ways they are better off than we are. They haven’t got the means to slather on another layer of luxury that dulls a thankful heart. Their gratitude for the simplest blessing is deep and profound. Ah, that we could be more like them.
Please look through the following photos and read the captions. Take your time. Then go into your comfortable, air conditioned home, fall to your knees beside your king-size bed on the plush carpet, and offer a real, honest, heartfelt prayer of thanks. If that doesn’t do the trick, then come on over and serve here for awhile. It’ll cure hedonism like nothing else.