Although my 2-hour class today was the Parish Ministry class we somehow got off on foods.  Don’t ask me how ~ it’s just the way it is in Africa.  We actually were talking about the challenges they will face as pastors.  Some are the same as in America ~ divorce,  alcoholism, drugs, infidelity etc.  Hunger, lack of money is another story.  I mean NO MONEY.   There is no Coalition for Human Care although I learned at chai (tea) today that there is an AA program in Dodoma, newly started.  How anyone from a distant village can get to a nightly meeting is well beyond me.  If any place needs some angels it is right here.  On a given Sunday a parish might take in 36 cents!  And that is divided 3 ways. 

But back to the peanut butter.  The students had not only never had any ~ they had never heard of it.  Dumb me ~ of course they haven’t ~ it’s very expensive.  Over $6.00 for a tiny jar.  Jessie and our house girl and I went into town today for art supplies and food.  I’ll tell you it burns me up to see that they do not sell small jars of mayonnaise, only huge ones large enough to last Jessie and me a year.  We had to throw out a new jar because our fridge stopped working.  But peanut butter which will keep awhile without refrigeration comes in these teensy-weensy jars for such an outrageous price.  I thought about buying a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread and give each class member a taste but then wondered if that would not make them greedy for it.  I’ll have to ask Sandy.   It’s not fair that these good people live such lives of abject poverty.  I was in tears in the class.  These are the brightest and the best.

If anyone from Whispering Pines or Southern Pines or Pinehurst should read this please call Claude (910) 949-2992 and tell him my internet server is not working ( which is why he has not heard from me in a few days.  I cannot call embarqmail from here.  Guess I’ll take a nap.  As Jessie says, there is time for reflection here.  Love to all our readers,  Tally