As I look at this photo, I am reminded of my African neighbors who we came to know during the years that we lived with them. They had to live “hand to mouth” since their farms barely produced enough food for them to exist. There was a season of the year called “hungry season” because their food would start to run out before a new harvest of rice was available. Many of the kids had parasites so even the little food they did eat didn’t alway nurish their frail bodies as well as it could have.
On an even deeper level, our friends in Africa did not have spiritual food. The Bible has not been translated into the language of the people where we lived.
Would you be willing to pray for those who do not have the Bible in their language? There are hundreds and hundreds of language groups without the Word of God.
This photo shows an “African lunch box” 😉