Not to Worry

The other day a friend called me from Alexandria, Virginia to report the sudden death of one of our friends who has worked very hard over the years to establish his own grocery store. One remarkable thing about our late friend was that he always had a smile in his face. He was very calm and never expressed any anger. Yet he died of a massive heart attack. He left behind his wife, his kids, his hummer and all the other things he had. As I think about his passing, my mind goes back to years ago when I lived in Africa. We did not have much, but we were always happy. The moon light brought us together to play. The radio connected us to the world. We had no bills. We got all our food fresh. If we needed to eat an orange, we did not go to the fridge, but simply plucked the fresh fruit from one of the trees at the back of our house and ate it. The same thing goes for other fruits. With all the woes that are plagueing Africa, the one thing that great continent has is a promise. A promise for a life of ease and abundance. That is why I am not worried. Because I always have the option to go to Africa and serve.