We’ve been so busy the last few weeks both outwardly, with a visit to Turkana and a conference in Nairobi, but also inwardly as we process it all.
Turkana has left its mark on us:
people begging for water and food at the side of the road.
an old man, so thin, he is clearly near dying of starvation.
a remote people, snubbed, ignored, forgotten
a stoic people, yet direct and dignified, even in their need.
a dry and arid land, white sand and dust instead of red dust.
No rains since April 2013….
goats and camels among thorns and hardy shrubs.
how can anyone survive in these conditions?
yet they do…
the sun shines late because there are no mountains or hills to block it….
mouse deer and beautiful grouse in the evening slanted shadows, darting across the sandy main road, miles from any human habitation.
dust gets into everything.
Absolute poverty, not relative poverty.
and faithful believers, who hang on, yet wonder why their brothers and sisters have abandoned them.
and why some have even betrayed them.
i am ashamed, outraged, and disgusted by us.
i must do something
We must do something.