“Would you rather your children have grown up in Uganda or in America?”
That was one of the questions David Kuo asked at our dinner with leadership development students while we were in Uganda. A man who is a Ugandan national, a father, a pastor, and leader answered without hesitation,
Some of us seemed a little shocked. America. It’s the land of opportunity. It’s safe. You can get medical attention. At least three meals a day.
“Exactly,” the man said. “Yyou know where your next meal is coming from. You have jobs. Paychecks. In Uganda, you may not know where your next meal comes from. You have no money. You have nothing to depend upon but God. And i would rather have my children rely on God more than i would want them to be distracted by everything else.”
I have been contemplating the things upon which i have dependence. My job? Absolutely. My paycheck? Yes. My car. What’s in my fridge. Other people.
When one of those things gets murky or muddy or falls apart, it’s easy for me to fall apart, too. I am distracted by them, sometimes (and probably more frequently than I’d care to admit) more often than not.
Where does my help come from?
I am distracted from dependence on God.
And in a culture of over-abundance and luxury, how can we remedy this?