(Beyond) Spoiled
From meeting the Vice President in my pajamas to playing tennis with the President's son to having lunch with the Arch Deacon to having dinner with the Bishop and another dinner with a former Minister of Parliament and his family, not only have I gained a few pounds this month (oops!), but I have found myself beyond spoiled here in Kampala.
Sure, I have done ministry assignments (Sunday school classes, constructing a church and latrine, counseling high school students, giving input on preexisting ministries, playing with children, and helping at our contact's house), but I have been spoiled by dozens of people and opportunities.
I have been grateful that I have been able to exercise regularly for the first time all year, sleep in my tent, study the Bible and The Confessions of Saint Augustine intensely, and meet new people nearly every day. I have loved this life and I feel self-conscious about being spoiled and catered to. It hurts my heart when I see beggars and children without food–for they are not far from my tent and the house we have been given this month. I never want to be oblivious to the needs of others even when I am beyond spoiled.
