Town

Town

March 29

I went into town to pick up a HP printer cartridge for the church’s printer. I need to get some things printed and I figured the least I could do is pick up a cartridge of black ink.  

Sometimes it’s really hard getting people to listen to me. I had to push my argument with Pastor Kibet about not getting the old cartridge refilled. I asked him if he knew for certain what was in the filler ink? He didn’t know, so I told him that it’s a very good chance that it’s not all ink and that can ruin the printer, and then does the church have the money to buy a new printer? Then he wanted to print the bulletin everyweek on this little printer. So then I asked him what would be the cost of the ink to print the bulletin’s compared to having the bulletin photocopied. AND because we know the owner of the photocopier maybe we can get a good discount on the copying. Then compare the different costs and go with the lesser one. See to me this just makes sense, but here in Kenya they don’t always think that way.  It’s crazy

Then I can’t believe how people here on the farm are treated. I’ve heard yelling and just plain ole not talking nice to the workers, what the heck is up with that? I mean, come on now. If you are a Christian, is that the way you should treat people? How would Jesus treat people. Did He berate them, and tell them they are dirty and not good for anything? NO, Jesus never did anything like that. It’s just not right what goes on here, and yet I don’t know if I can say anything to Alice or not. 

Last night Alice was going on and on about how her children bless her with things. She told me that the tile in the house, curtains, locks, toilets, sinks, etc were all bought by her kids and this is God’s way of blessing her. She asked me if this happens in the U.S. I told her no it doesn’t, not like she explained. Our kids do other stuff for us. After that I kept my mouth shut. Personally I think she was bragging about what her kids do for her, knowing that I only have one daughter who is recently married. I don’t expect Robi and Drew to buy me stuff for my house. OH PLEASE! I want them to set up their own home, where they will laugh, love, and grow old together. That’s what I want from my daughter and son-in-law. I want them to love each other with abandon for the rest of their lives, and I’ll be totally happy with them and for them. That’s how God will Bless me, not by material things. I want what really counts in life. Besides if I call my kids and say, “hey I need some help with ...” they’ll come and help me with whatever it is. That is more important than buying crap. SHEEESSSHHHH

Sorry I had to vent!!