Last night at church we had a farewell party for our pastor and his family as they are moving away. It was a time of very warm fellowship as the air conditioner in the fellowship hall was not working properly, leaving the room a tropical 90 degrees. As I was in the room, glowing in my Sunday attire, I kept reminding myself that this was good Uganda training or that women did this sort of thing all the time before air conditioning, but still I continued to melt and wilt. For most of us, our lives are ones of ease and comfort, but is that really a blessing? I find that when we are too comfortable, it is difficult to identify with those who are not. We must be continually on guard, lest we forget the plight of others.