After we had seen patients all day in the Sudanese village, the women prepared us a meal. We quickly learned it was all they had. They had even killed their only chickens to give us meat, a great honor.
We felt guilty eating, and voiced this to our translator and friend. He told us that for us to refuse the meal would greatly dishonor them. They had sacrificed at least an entire day’s food to offer us the best they had. Serving us was more important to them than eating. As we partook of that meal, the feeling of unworthiness overcame me. If I had that feeling for what they did for me, how should I feel about the sacrifice Christ made on the cross?