Family at the dumpster

This post has actually been sitting in draft form for weeks..finally getting it out..I have actually been feeling like my last post for weeks now, but I need to move on....



I just returned to Honduras. It was an unscheduled trip so I was only there 5 days. I am ALWAYS blessed by my time in this place and I am GRATEFUL for every opportunity to be among these people.
Before I left a friend, Ken, gave me a book to read...YEAH THANKS KEN!!! Well this book rocked my world a bit and just as God does he uses times of heightened awareness to teach and mold me.

I was driving into the city Tuesday morning, now keep in mind I have driven this road gajillion times!. As I was driving the words of THAT BOOK eating me I noticed 3 children in a dumpster. OK my first thought was "I need that picture".....yea I know SHALLOW and thoughtless!!!! So I turned around and pulled off the road a bit away from the dumpster trying to get the pic without being noticed. But of course as God's speaks....he said .."is that all your going to do, take a picture?" So I backed up and pulled up to the dumpster, all along hearing my husband saying "BE CAREFUL..you never know who is watching you".

But anyway.....I asked the children "donde esta su Mama? They pointed,the mom was behind the dumpster.looking..I went to introduce myself and asked her if the leanto I saw was their home, it was. I gave her a bit of money and asked her to use it for food..she was grateful and a think a bit surprised, she actually looked confused. Of course she was giving her thanks and as I have learned from my sweet husband I told her "Gracias a Dios sólo" What I love about times like this is I really think they see these encounters in a spiritual way...which in turn helps me to see them the same. "Give us this day our daily bread"

All day I could not stop thinking of this family...God does that...I am learning to listen. I finished my work for the day and headed to the market. I bought some groceries and decided to return to the dumpster..again knowing my husband would be just beside himself...but non the less, went anyway. As I gave her and her little boy the groceries he started yelling to his sister..."venga y mire"(come and look)
His eyes were huge kinda like you see on Christmas morning...it was food.

My heart breaks and I continue to struggle with the fact that so many go with out food and die from not eating...How can this be????
When I just think of the fact that there are days I worry that I have eaten to [many] calories..when Americans spend billions of dollars a year on diet efforts of all kinds and their of people dying of hunger. This must be wrong, God can not look at his children and think this is ok, can he?


In this book I read there is this haunting thought that was written by early Christian's...."If a child starves while a Christian has extra food, then the Christian is guilty of murder"

Random thoughts going through my mind;

The early Christians had a radical view and passion for their fellow companions of "The Way"
In Acts we read "There was no needy persons among them"

God did not make a mistake and create too many people and not enough stuff. Ghandi says..
"There is enough for everyone's need but not for everyone's greed"

In the Lord's prayer we are to ask for our "daily" bread.

In the old testament the Israelites were instructed to gather only the food they needed for each day and when they horded..they found the excess full of maggots.

"Love your neighbor as yourself"..what if we gave to the poor and needy the same as we want for ourselves
Well I could go on......but you get the point!