We have just come home from morning chapel when we were called up front for a farewell speech.  I don’t cry easily (Jessie does), but I cry every time I leave Msalato.  I look into their lovely faces and know that I love them.  They sing like heavenly angels and sometimes I just stop singing to listen to them.  The handshaking at the door is also very touching ~ no pun intended.  Some give the  traditional handshake (I’ll demonstrate it if you are interested), some hug, some kiss on both cheeks.  All I know is it feels like love on both sides.

Early this morning when I checked my e-mail there was a letter from Bill Rose that Karimu had just received a check in the amount of $1,525.00 from someone most of you know but I won’t embarass him by using his name.  It was a windfall for I feared our coffers were strained and wondering where the next money would come from.  Even the poorest of the poor here trust that God will provide.   One hopes my own personal journey with  the Creator of all will lead me to that kind of trust.

I was doing an exercise the other day on discoving my purpose in life and it said to keep writing until you cry and then you will know your purpose.  I wrote and wrote and did not cry but as I said, I cry every time I leave this place.  I believe my call to the diaconate we a true call and serving Emmanuel was pure joy, but perhaps my call has been enlarged to being a REAL deacon which is to take the church to the world and to bring the needs of the world to the church.  I told Sandy last night that I do not perceive myself as an evangelist (that carries a street-corner preacher connotation for me) but I hope one can be an evangelist by one’s life. ” We are all missionaries”, she says.

Jessie is off feeding the mother dog of 4 precious puppies down the road.  At least they are in a safe enclosure but once the students leaves he will leave the dogs behind.  Oh, to get a Vet over here to neuter and spay the animals.  If possible I would bring the pups home to Alfred Carter but of course, that is impossible and he has enough dogs to get rid of himself. 

Today we will go to the primary school for one last art lesson.  I’ll tag along to help give out paints and water and paper.  We’ve done a lot of team stuff this year.  Both schools are ours.  Jessie came to my Pastoral Care class one day so we could demonstrate body language for them.  They do it all the time but didn’t have a clue about it.  I  learned from Jessie that only 7% of our communication is verbal and 93% body language.  The class got a kick out of that.

I love this quote that I gave the class:  “If you want others to be happy practice compassion.  If you want to be happy, practice compassion.”