I’ve just learned the meaning of Black Friday and I’ll bet these people have never heard of it and thank goodness!  The day after Thanksgiving is called Black Friday because store-keepers know it as a time of the year when sales move further into the black and farther into profit margins.   You probably knew that but I am a bit slow when it comes to merchandizing and advertising.  More than 50 years ago C. S. Lewis said that “long before Dec. 2 everyone is worn out ~ physically worn out by weeks of daily struggle in overcrowded shops, mentally worn out by the effort to remember all the right recipients and to think of suitable gifts for them.”   50 years ago!  He would turn over in his grave.   I am told that there were people camping out in tents last night in order to be among the first in the shops when they opened.  This little lady beside the roadside in Dodoma would welcome such business I suppose.  They will not have such lovely tomatoes and melons yet.  It has been their dry season but soon they will plant their crops and wait and pray for life-giving rain.  The Dodoma region where Jessie and I go is particularly drought plagued.  As you make your Christmas list, remember alternative giving to Karimu.  So little goes a long way.   I hope we all find some soul-filled quiet these 4 weeks leading up to Christmas.