Burkina Faso is a landlocked country in West Africa. It holds the unfortunate title as the third poorest country in the world. I find this completely amazing considering all of the desitute places on this planet, but here is where my parents have been called time and time again. I have not had the privilege of visiting yet, but I know my time will come.
This week my parents left to lead a team along with a few doctors to do a medical outreach in the capitol of Ougadougou and some surrounding villages. They will try to provide some very basic medical care in hopes of making some inroads for a trip in the future that will be on a larger scale. To look at the needs of countries like this is overwhelming. Attempts to bring some sort of aid and hope almost seem like trying to drain the ocean with a bucket. In spite of the circumstances we the body of Christ are called to this, to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, reach out to the hurting both spiritually and physically. I have a bad habit of getting caught up in myself and my needs, but to know Christ is to live a life opposite to human nature. It is to be selfless to give even when we feel spent. Today I must repent once again for my self absorption and short sightedness. It may be a small bucket, but it is my bucket and I am willing to be used to do my part here until one day I can reach across that ocean.