As always, George (my partner), and I picked out a tall shade tree to hide under that was in the open where we could get some breeze while having lunch that day. George began opening bottles of soda for our team of four well specialists, while I began setting out the bread, peanut butter and jam onto the top of the action packer lid. Little time had passed when we noticed a few villagers heading our way, then more. By the time we finished our lunch there were 50-60 of them sitting in a circle around our tree. They did not crowd us and allowed us some distance to eat alone. They sat cross legged, very solemn, and waited politely in hopes that we would give them something to eat.
We wanted to feed them but we only had 5-6 pieces of bread and were at a loss as how to handle it, so I asked a Malawian on our team what we should do. He said and I quote, “Feed them all!” So we began to slice the bread into small squares and apply peanut butter. Then we put several pieces onto the action packer lid using it like a tray and began to serve them.
As we passed out the bread from one to the next we noticed how polite and appreciative these people were. They never grabbed or got ahead of one another. We were taken back as to how smooth it went and we did “feed them all.” They were hungry and appreciative to get anything at all.
I had a little peanut butter left in the jar and decided to give it to one of the mamma’s with a baby tied on her back. As I began to hand it to her one of the “Go Go’s” or old people grabbed the jar, yet I was able to hang on to it and continue to give it to the mamma. At that very moment about 5-6 other “Go Go’s” began to clap their hands in consideration for me picking the mamma and baby.
That afternoon while we were meditating over the ordeal my good partner made comment “Stu, didn’t you feel a little like Jesus passing out the bread.” He hit it right on the nose, what an exhilarating experience it was.