"For though I am free from all, I have made myself a servant to all, that I might win more of them...I have become all things to all people, that by all means I might save some." (1 Corinthians 9:19-22)
After teaching the pastors last week I became convicted of something. I taught them two hours every day, but when it was lunch time I retreated to the compound where I ate tasty westernized food with my missionary friends. In the meantime the pastors remained in the corner eating something else with the rest of the Dinka compound workers. It seemed to counterfeit my love for them by not sharing their same meal. So this week I have done differently. I have instead been sharing my lunch with the pastors and eating their food. They eat a bean/rice/lentil mush and a homemade bread. It's pretty good! They have no utensils, so there's lots of finger-licking (imagine eating refried beans with your hands). But torn-off pieces of bread serve as edible scoopers.
On Monday they were very surprised. Monica, who prepares the food, resisted me at first but I insisted, and she was very happy. It's unusual for the Dinka to be sharing their lunch with a white person, but it has been a tremendous blessing to both them and me.
I am half-way finished in a survey of Luke. Today I taught on parables from Luke 10-14. The study has really changed my idea of ministry, service, and love. It's been very good.
Two more days...