There is a great grocery store in the capital city of Managua. If we go to Managua, we stop. They have things like peanut butter and various fruits and veggies that we can’t get in Diriamba. Today, I had to get new shocks for the 4×4.
April had a $100 bill that she had been guarding for such a trip and it provided an excellent opportunity to get some things that we have been missing. I found several things that we wanted. They had Frito Lay brand corn chips. Yogurt was on sale. They had butternut squash and zucchini. I was feeling pretty good about the things I had as I entered the line to check out. There was a Nicaraguan behind me in line and he looked very familiar. I realized that he was a pastor and that he had a feeding program/Bible study that I modeled our ministry after. Early on, we visited his ministry to see it in action before starting our own. As I stared at him realizing who he was, I thought of his Bible club and how he poured his finances into it. I was also thinking that this was a fairly expensive grocery store and that he was a bit out of place. As I looked at his items, I realized that he was buying crackers and juice for Communion at his church. When I asked, he confirmed that he was about to have Communion.
We chatted about our ministries. I was overwhelmed because of the humble attitude and genuine concern he had for my family and the things we were doing here in Nicaragua. Then the cashier told me the total, $65.50. Over one weeks pay for him. Luxurious fruits and vegetables (imported) bought at the most expensive grocer in town being bagged up in front of this humble man with a pack of wafer crackers and some juice in his carry-basket. Then I remembered the $100 bill. Since I didn’t want to pull that out, I handed the cashier my debt card. It was declined, so I reluctantly passed the bill to the cashier. He did what I knew he was going to do. He held it up to the light looking for the bar, showing everyone what I had just given him. He scratched it, marked it and determined it genuine. Then gave me my change. I was thoroughly embarrassed. He was buying the best he could get for the House of God, I was getting our weekly groceries.
Some people say that if you are not prosperous and healthy, then you don’t have enough faith. I am better off financially than 98% of the people in this country. I am free from sickness and most hardship. Yet, this poor man, a Man of God, doing the same thing that I am, feeding the poor spiritually and physically, shows more faith than I believe I have in me. I am appreciative of lessons that the Lord teaches me in our day to day life. We must decrease that He might increase! Please pray as we serve the people if Nicaragua.