Yesterday, we had a sack of empty water bottles when leaving
the village of Lomoruchabi. These are a hot commodity, mostly for the children,
but the adults also like them for their homemade booze. One of the ladies I was
with handed the sack to an adult and suggested she distribute them. She just
tossed them over her shoulder into a group of gathered children where
immediately a cloud of dust rose over the fight that broke out. Have you seen those videos where meat is tossed
into a calm, drifting school of fish and suddenly the water turns into froth as
the piranha rip into the meat? It was
like that. As the dust settled, several of the biggest girls were laughing over
their water bottles as they walked away and two little ones were laying on the
ground crying. I’m not exaggerating. To
make matters worse, one of ones that had gotten hit and kicked to get his
bottle was laying in the road as we were trying to drive out and so to get him
to move they started throwing stones at him.
I know it is a dog eat dog world here but do none of them have
compassion for each other?!
It makes me so angry! Why do they choose to behave as
savages?
I find myself praying often lately that I may have love for
them.
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