
I spent the last week in Southern Sudan on a survey trip, seeing if it would be a suitable place to set up a "kingdom development business".
This little boy was one of several hundred people who came to see our plane come down out of the sky over the village of Lobone, Southern Sudan. The only planes they see in this village come from Catholic Relief Services, so they were all looking for supplies of some kind. All we did was ask a few questions and take some pictures. I hope they weren't disappointed.
Southern Sudan is one of those beautiful and tragic places. So much promise, so much hardship. The ground is so fruitful, but the people have so little to eat. Especially in the larger towns. The land around Lobone is exceptionally fertile, so these people are not starving, but you can tell by the bulging bellies of the children that they do need more protein.
Regardless of their food issues, I'll say this--Africans have not forgotten what community is. This is something we need to learn from them.
They cannot survive without each other. They enjoy one another.
I don't think I've ever lived a day without every need being met, with little or no thought on my part. But in Africa, it is
community that sustains them. Most do not have jobs, so they have to take care of one another.
With our isolated family units, individuality, and mobility, we have lost something that we were meant to enjoy--deep fellowship with our extended families and communities.