Just a Fool

From time to time I hear a song on the radio that gets me to thinking. Recently I heard one by Carrie Underwood where the refrain says, “You are just a fool to believe you can change the world”. She mentions several circumstances where just a little gesture goes a long way. She encourages the listener to not pay attention to those that say you are a fool to think you can change the world. Little things can make a big difference, little things done in love.

We often want to talk about our heart for this African village in Uganda that God has placed us. People don’t usually come right out and say that we are crazy or foolish as the song states. However, there are the changes of topic, the vacant looks, the disinterest, and the platitudes. We know there are few that will understand. It is really OK as we remember when we didn’t understand. I still don’t get all excited about passions of others. It is my burden and my passion and my joy. I don’t need everyone to walk my path.

Sometimes I have to remind myself though. Sometimes it seems like I am in an impossible undertaking. It may well be! Who am I to think I can help change a village! Much of Africa is poverty stricken, disease infested, corrupt and without hope. Why do I think I can make any difference with such overwhelming odds? I may well be on a disheartening course. I have good intentions, good motives. I am a true “well wisher” but I want to go beyond wishing. It would be much easier to just send some money to those already successfully making a difference. Much easier! I could spend all my time praying for change and never act on those prayers. I bless the intercessors for their prayers but I am not wired that way. I need to be doing something. I really want to make a difference even in impossible situations. Maybe I am
“just a fool”. Seems like it. Alone we don’t have the money to get very far. Without help we don’t have the spiritual, mental, physical resources to accomplish very much.

But when I see 202 kids learning when they formerly had no way to learn and I know I had even a small part of that I am encouraged to stay the course. I know the clothes I take get dirty and worn. The food I feed only gives nutrition for a time and the medicines I take get used up way before the sickness is gone. But the learning can make a difference for a lifetime.  The love we offer in giving the clothes and medicines and food is felt and remembered when we are long gone. And best of all it is passed on.  So I continue to give what I can and love as much as I can. If this project fails I will still have made a difference. It may not be a totally changed village but lives will have been affected. Those lives will affect others and the ripples continue. It is not a drop in the bucket but a drop in a huge pond where the ripples are ever widening. What a privilege and responsibility!