Where is God Amidst Poverty
It was January of 2007, and I was in the first month of a one-year stint in Nicaragua. Adjusting to life in a poor, rural town was difficult to say the least. For this reason, Snickers and Pringles were must-have purchases at gas stations. And any time we could get away to the city to watch a movie, we were there. It was all I could do to maintain the luxuries I had grown accustomed to in America.