Madagascar

It is a land of contrasts.

Modern vehicles bouncing up ancient cobblestone streets.

The rice field worker hand-washing clothes in a basin outside the walled entrance to a nice, modern dwelling.

Hand-pushing carts of belongings while talking on a cell phone.

Sleeping outside at the General Conference and cooking over an open fire while the speaker has flown 10,000 miles and sleeps in central air/heat.

Making $1 per day and collectively giving thousands of dollars to see the Gospel spread.

Madagascar and America: the two nations are worlds apart.

But the level ground at the foot of the Cross joins them both.

I will stand at judgment beside these people.