people are more important than things

we tried to teach our daughters that as they were growing up.

In America, it’s difficult to completely live that as a value.

We’re having company next week.  Pastor Julius from Kenya will be in town.  I’m really struggling with this.  I feel like taking every luxury we have and sending it to someone else’s house.  How do I reconcile having so much when he’s fighting to keep his tribe, the Pokot people alive?

How do I look him in the eye, knowing what he and all the people living in West Kenya are enduring, and not feel guilty about my own lifestyle?

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