I’m never more content than the Sunday morning of Thanksgiving weekend. The previous 72 hours are filled (literally) with turkey and pumpkin pie. And lots of it.
And when Sunday morning rolls around I am primed and ready to worship God for all his bountiful blessings in my life.
But then, out of nowhere, the Holy Spirit shows up to reiterate how ridiculously good I have it here. My contentment is turned into conviction.
In this case, the Spirit spoke through the testimony of Pastor Joel Amonde, a Kenyan pastor who runs an orphanage and primary school in western Kenya.
During the 11am worship service, our pastor talked with Joel: “On this particular weekend in America we eat about as much as we can. But what do the orphans in Kenya eat?” Pastor Joel replied honestly, “Rice a beans. One meal of rice and beans.”
One meal a day. Of rice and beans.