Monday night we had our worship service for the Christian Community. I was at my wit's end, but looking around, thought, "To whom here could I complain?" Houses are the least of their concerns. They're worried about how to pay for their son's heart operation, where they will find the money to get their power turned back on, what to do if they have to go another day without eating.
There are parts of the world a lot more impoverished than Puerto Supe. Parts of Peru, even. The poorest of Puerto Supe live in straw shacks, but in other parts of the world, even a straw shack is a luxury. There are people forced into poverty by circumstances and others, missionaries among them, who are choosing to follow the way of the cross, laying aside all their rights and possessions to serve and love the needy and unreached people in the world.
PS We're stoked about our hot shower.