So today I was feeling sorry for myself and thinking how difficult Pastoring is sometimes. Then tonight I received an email from a Rwandan Pastor friend. He emailed me to say how much he missed me and loved me.
He was a Pastor, who I remember delivering food too. He and his family didn't have enough to eat because he had moved to another town to plant a church and there wasn't enough money in the church to pay them. They lived in a small little house that wasn't big enough for them. He had no car, his shoes were wore out and he wore the same suit every Sunday. His congregation met in a rented house with a dirt floor. They sit on wood benches with not back. The day I delivered food to them, the whole family cried.
No more complaining for me.
