Random Reminiscing

Perhaps the very best memories of Jamaica are the children that we met. Bright eyes. Lovely smiles. Entirely curious and playful. One of the tragedies of Jamaica, we learned, was that present fathers are the exception rather than the rule. And it was clear that once the team was determined to be "safe" (and, indeed, "fun", as the pictures indicate), the children adopted us to temporarily fill that important role. We were alternately impressed by the toughness of the children (they seem to be expert rock- throwers by the age of four) and their honesty and generosity. One young man from the school went out of his way to return a J$500 that was dropped by one of the team. He needed it far more than we did. We pray God's protection and provision for all these dear ones.