Like all missioners in Tanzania, Father Jack felt
uncomfortable about the gap between his standard of living and that of his
neighbors. They live in mud brick houses with thatched roofs, while he has a
cement block home with a tin roof. They tote their water from a well a fair
distance away; he has tanks of rainwater collected from his roof during the
rainy season. While bound for an outstation with Charles, his catechist, the
missioner confessed how uncomfortable he felt living like a rich man among the
poor. In disbelief, Charles wrinkled his brow.  Then he blurted, "But, Father,
you’re the poorest man in the village. You have no grandchildren!"