Day 3 of the $3.10
Poverty Challenge began once again by feeding myself on the Word of God
with a continued study from Women of the Bible about Potiphar’s wife.
The challenge posed by the authors today was to confess the tendency to become
emotionally or physically involved in an off-limits relationship. I confess the
temptations are real and give thanks for the protection God has given me as
well as ask for continued protection.
My time in ministry today was spent with Pastor Karisa, who
is the leader of the Watamu Pastors’ Fellowship. We had a lengthy agenda and to
accomplish it all he invited me to his home where I met his family and enjoyed
a wonderful meal. Though we did indeed accomplish much planning, I came away
from that day with a deeper sense of friendship with he and his wife—and his adorable
daughter who was stuck to me like glue—as well as a sense of rest. We simply
sat, talked, ate, talked some more, and finally made a small trip to what Mvera
called “the beach” which was the mostly dry Mida Creek bed.
I continue reflecting on the Challenge itself and realize I
am basically choosing between diet and exercise each day. Not exactly the reality
from which the poor are making their choices. My Poverty Challenge comes from a
place of having paid my rent, bought my furniture and clothing, and of having
relatively good health (though I still have a cold). Believing that, though
this may seem a ridiculous endeavor to many, the Lord will continue revealing
truths to me that help me serve his people better.
Today I began with $4.17 and expected to spend $3.00 on
transportation; however, needed an additional $1.50, 0.50 cents of which I did
not have. Blessedly I had been treated to a delicious and filling meal with Pr
Karisa and the night boda who wanted to charge more simply had to accept the
daytime rate. Luckily he was gracious, brawls break out over such things. I had
a few shillings left for SMS messages and left a few conversations hanging as
my money completely ran out. Tomorrow is a new day.