Yesterday was a tough day. I was lectured for an hour on production and money. You see, I work in an industry where money is the main focus . . . a place where greed rules and stabbing others in the back is a daily occurrence. I was hired on for my ideas and to help improve the area I specialize in. Yesterday I was told to keep my ideas to myself and do what the company wants me to do, whether I agree with it or not. During the whole conversation I had one thought running through my head, "All these people are concerned about is producing more and making money. What about those who have nothing?"
My heart was broken in more ways than one yesterday. I saw how greedy and thankless we have become in this nation. As I was criticized over and over again for the decisions I've made, I began to think about the people of Bukavu. I thought about the need in that city and the surrounding areas and how those people would love to have a job, especially one that pays a wage. My heart aches for them . . . I know where my heart is. I can't imagine carrying on working jobs like these when their is such need in the world. Where is my heart? My heart is in Africa, my passion is to serve the Congolese people and to bring them hope through Jesus Christ.
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