The World is Good. The World is Bad.
Good and Evil, age-old bedmates, are starkly obvious in Africa. A simple story illustrates. Iris, with the face of an angel, struggles with a club foot and a back deformity. Still, she manages to work from pre-dawn to dusk at the overcrowded health dispensary, doing everything from AIDS diagnosis to delivering babies. Tenacious, bold, loving, and determined, she is a shining presence. But one day her crutch is stolen. She sighs. She grabs a big stick to try to make due, and she goes on.
On Sunday I see her, her smile bright and wide. “A man in the community brought me a new crutch. He saw me struggling. It’s a beautiful one!!” And sure enough, its design and sturdy sheen seem alien to a world where most things seem to have been belched up from centuries past. Her crutch is a beauty. “You see, Mama Rinda, there are good things and bad things in the community. We just need to be sure we are part of the good.” And she is!
A bright spot in a sea of despair.