How Can We?

As I walked around and greeted boys and talked to them during the Wedding Feast I noticed something….some of the boys that had eaten were now going over to the plates that were being scraped and eating the piles of scrapings.  

Scrapes of food from all these plates....

were being scraped off and put on trays like this....

so the dishes could be washed...

{cause there weren't enough dishes}

And some of the forgotten treasures of Uganda,
 {who had already eaten their plate full} 
were crouching behind the serving table and 
eating ravenously the food off the scraps tray.

Ever been so hungry that a plate of scrapings from all kinds of people that you don't even know looks appealing?


Ever been so hungry that you eat as fast as you can, hoping no one is watching because you are afraid that someone might try to stop you?

Me neither.  

But there are millions around the world whose 
daily existence does not

guarantee a meal any given day.   

{And being painfully honest - how many Christians don't have the courage to fast - even one meal to see God move a mountain? Yet most of the world isn't even guaranteed one meal?? Ouch.}

How can we ever complain again about the flavor of the food we have been served? 

Or the portion size? 

Or the item on our plates? 

Or listen to complaints from our family about leftovers?  

Or how can we sleep at night allowing our children to 

grumble and complain about what is being served??  

"I don't like this ham sandwich."


"I don't feel like having meatloaf for dinner, we had that last night." 


"I don't really like eggs for dinner."   

 "I want McDonalds for lunch not Wendys."  

Seriously, how can we?

And once again, 
our hearts were smashed to smithereens 

by the things that break His.