11-19-07

Mon15:13 I’m reading Les Miserables when I have some free time lately, and I am at the point where Jean Valjean has recently rescued Cossette. He says that when he is caring for her, he isn’t aware of his own safety or comfort…only hers. Sometimes, when I walk throiugh town, a young street kid (maybe 8 years old) named Lasur (or John) will walk up to me and hold my hand without speaking a word. When he holds my hand he seems to be aware of none of his surroundings. He seems to simply trust me. When we hold hands I feel what Jean Valjean felt.[an honest Kenyan told us that Kenya is about 95% Christian. He said that the Christianity was 100 meters long, and as thin as the paper pages of his book]