i went to sleep last night thinking about how much the world sucks.
"the constant gardener", which i saw with howie, and reading the chapter on hope in yancey's "where is God when it hurts?" left me thinking about how i was lying in my comfy bed, with virtually all of my health, in a more than adequate house, in a kooshy suburb, while thousands, millions, of people are suffering from incurable diseases, are dying from preventable causes, have nothing, are in constant fear for their lives, being mistreated, or being ignored/manipulated/abused/neglected by the powers that be. and i felt helpless. i still feel helpless. and i don't know what to do with that. then i feel bad for feeling helpless. for dwelling on my own minute pain. for not knowing how to make a difference.
what is my part?
Category: The World We Live InIgnorance is bliss Jenny.
But here are my thoughts. I believe that you are fighting the good fight within the confines of Fusion. I don't believe that you can really rank suffering. The kids who you help need it very much, and God loves them lots.
He also though loves the people who are dying far to young for bloody stupid reasons. I think if we are going to live in the West we need to feel uncomfortable about this and look for ways to help.
Posted by: David at December 2, 2005 10:22 AMI think the point that you even care shows how 'helpful' you really are. So many people who have the "kooshy" lifestyle don't give a damn so long as they continue to live in their breezy little existences. change begins with the feeling of hopelessness and no longer wanting to feel that way.
Posted by: Justine at December 2, 2005 02:22 PM