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In the midst of our on-coming fall and winter with falling leaves, cooler temperatures, harvest time, crisp apples, the advent of Thanksgiving and Christmas (all things that I love), I find myself lonely for our friends and life-style in Tanzania. It is quite freeing to not have to worry about what to wear or even what to fix for dinner. True, it is a different culture and we probably could not get by with only a couple of skirts and a few T-shirts in this country, but we do over there, and we are drawn into the joy and trust that our African friends share so extravagantly.   This is not to say they don’t worry about school fees, medical fees, famine, but they trust God completely. 

Someone asked me the other day just what it was about Africa that has become so much a part of our hearts. I fumbled a bit for words ~ feelings are often hard to express. I said something about our roots being there ~ the birth of civilization.  It’s more than that ~ Jessie and I talk about it a lot. Village life is almost communal living. A village, as poor as it might be, is a  caring community. A child can roam the village and be safe and if there is sickness or trouble at home, a neighbor will care for the little one.  They really do care for the common  good, something that I fear is being lost in our country.  Greed and keeping up with the Jones’ doesn’t seem to exist there, at least not in distant villages. 

It is of my own doing, but I barely know my neighbors, other than a wave when I drive out of the driveway. We push little remote door openers when we get home and go directly into the house, never seeing a living soul. Remember the days when we sat in the front yard or the front porch and greeted folks walking by and even offered lemonade on a hot summer day?  I know I am rambling in a nostalgic mood.  But just look at the picture of Jessie walking down a dirt path to the Bishop Stanway Primary School to teach art.  Not a care in the world.