When I cry and feel pity for these kids I immediately remind myself that while it is undeniably sad to see a child in tattered clothes and hungry, God himself sent his son to earth born in a dirty stable, not a fancy birth center, lain with wild animals, none of which were stuffed. He was poor and spent all his time with the outcasts of society. Loving the least of us, what better example could there be to follow?
Uganda also reminds me of how humans are all so similar. We are connected on a level that supercedes even language, I can go all day playing with a child, holding and laughing with them only to realize that we havent said a word to eachother. Sometimes words aren't needed. Once we sweep away all of our perceived differences our divided world has ingrained in us, we realize that we belong to one another. It doesn't matter what race, sex, religion, or nationality we are. God has entrusted us to each other and it is our resonsibility to share not only our outside goods but our inside gifts as well. I may provide some material needs for my 4 beautiful kids in Uganda, but what they give to me in return is far more significant.
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