THE GOOD OLE' US OF A (that's United States of America in case you didn't know.)

Every day during this corona scare, we have been bagging groceries for anyone who wants them.  We bag in the morning and hand out all afternoon. We have everything from fresh produce, to those  already packaged meals you can now buy at the Grocery store or have delivered to your front door.  I have never bought them because they are very expensive.  Yet, we are giving them out free to anyone who asks.

I compare that to places in the world where it's a battle every day just to get fresh water, much less fresh produce and pre packaged meals!  

Yet, we complain.  We complain because the toilet paper aisles are empty.  We complain because we can't get our hair cut.  (My hair is so long,I look like a wampus, as my Mother used to say.  Does anyone out there know what a wampus is?  I don't!) 

 We complain because we MIGHT get a virus and there MIGHT not be enough tests available to know whether or not we really do have it.  

I am SO tired of my spoiled, rich, comfortable attitude.  I have lived in a tent in the desert in Mexico, and even then, I had shelter and slept under $5 Mexican blankets I had bought to protect me from the cold desert nights.  Most of the houses around us were built out of cardboard or pieces of tin.  

I have seen what poverty is in another country, but even at that, I have not seen the worst.  I have heard that India and Haiti make Mexico's poorest areas look like a resort.

So, I get up every morning, take a hot shower, pad into the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee, then go bag groceries....actually for people who ALSO got up and took a hot shower, and had a hot cup of coffee.  Yet, they have less than I do.  Some don't work because they don't want to, but some are not able.  I know that.  My job is not to judge.  My job is to help feed the hungry and give hope to the poor.  God's job is to judge.

I pray that He doesn't judge ME too harshly.

Here you go Prisha (love, your son):  Wampus