This last month of ministry we got the
chance to talk with some kids that were going to Kenya on a mission
trip and wanted to know some of the things we had learned while we
were there. It was fun to tell all the story’s and kind of relive
Africa a little. The more I have thought about it the more I missed
it, and yesterday while we were in the car on the way to Hungary I
realized that what I miss the most is the lack of fences. In Africa
they have shepherds, but no fences. One day in Maasai land Brandon
and I were taking a tour of our friend Ivan’s family’s property when
we met this man who was sitting in his field eating his carrots. We
went and talked to him and asked if he was in the family or a friend
of the family, and he said, “no I don’t know him.” but they never
asked him to leave or to stop eating his carrots. We had a long talk
with him about how strange that seemed, but their way of thinking is
just way more friendly and open than ours. I don’t think in America
we do a great job of being very welcoming, but at home our fences are
for livestock. These last few months we have been back in a city or
the suburbs, and everyone is so closed off. Every yard has a gate,
and even though they may have pigs, cows, or chickens in their yard
pooping on their walk ways and being held in by fences, but the
fences aren’t just for them. I hate it that no one can trust anyone,
and frankly not a ton of people deserve it either I guess. A house
is just someplace you sleep in, and store all your stuff, but it has
a fence all around it, and yet people let others in to their lives
and allow them to take the real important things away without a
fight. To some people it does not matter what goes in your mind, or
your heart, or even your body as long as their car is safe. So I
leave you with this question… Where are our hearts at?
chance to talk with some kids that were going to Kenya on a mission
trip and wanted to know some of the things we had learned while we
were there. It was fun to tell all the story’s and kind of relive
Africa a little. The more I have thought about it the more I missed
it, and yesterday while we were in the car on the way to Hungary I
realized that what I miss the most is the lack of fences. In Africa
they have shepherds, but no fences. One day in Maasai land Brandon
and I were taking a tour of our friend Ivan’s family’s property when
we met this man who was sitting in his field eating his carrots. We
went and talked to him and asked if he was in the family or a friend
of the family, and he said, “no I don’t know him.” but they never
asked him to leave or to stop eating his carrots. We had a long talk
with him about how strange that seemed, but their way of thinking is
just way more friendly and open than ours. I don’t think in America
we do a great job of being very welcoming, but at home our fences are
for livestock. These last few months we have been back in a city or
the suburbs, and everyone is so closed off. Every yard has a gate,
and even though they may have pigs, cows, or chickens in their yard
pooping on their walk ways and being held in by fences, but the
fences aren’t just for them. I hate it that no one can trust anyone,
and frankly not a ton of people deserve it either I guess. A house
is just someplace you sleep in, and store all your stuff, but it has
a fence all around it, and yet people let others in to their lives
and allow them to take the real important things away without a
fight. To some people it does not matter what goes in your mind, or
your heart, or even your body as long as their car is safe. So I
leave you with this question… Where are our hearts at?
