Will will not send us where God s Grace can not keep us. A strange thing happens when we travel to other parts of the world.
Poverty begins to look attractive.
On an American Indian Reservation I almost envied the lifestyle of the village children. They only attend school part time because they are responsible for herding the sheep and goats on arid hillsides. It s not particularly difficult, so they spend lots of time playing soccer in the sun, or sit in the shade of thorn trees and watch the clouds roll by. I ve seen women of Haiti, laughing and chatting in Creole as they wash clothes on the bank of a little stream that flows through the mountains to the ocean. And I ve stood on the street corner of many large cities and watched the homeless file into soup kitchens and halfway houses to get their one meal for the day or a night s sleep.