All is not right
in the world,
you know.
There are thousands upon thousands upon thousands
of children who live without parents.
A pandemic killing a whole generation.
War.
Poverty.
Hunger.
No. All is not right.
Even as I sit here in my warm house
with my cupboards full of food
and my gas tank full of $4.00 a gallon gas.
All is not right.
As my children earn high marks at school
and excell in their extracurricular pursuits.
As we debate whether to get the
37 inch or the 42 inch flat screen.
As I rearrange my week so I can find time
to get to the sale at Nordstroms.
Sick.
All is not right.
We consume dreadfully more than is our fair share.
While others die hoping.
So I struggle.
I struggle with the imbalance.
And I struggle with knowing a child of my heart is on the other end of the scale.
Along with hundreds of thousands of other children.
Hundreds of thousands.
What are we doing?
What have we been doing while the inequity grew to these proportions?
Putting our sermon outlines on powerpoint.
And recarpeting because there are too many coffee stains.
Buying newer, more comfortable seating for our fat asses.
Building bigger churches...
All is not right in the world.
And I live with that knowledge - right in the forefront of my mind now.
I cannot push it aside.
I cannot pretend it doesn't disturb me to the very depths of my heart.
And I cannot quite figure out how to live with it...
So I struggle.
Because all is not right in the world.
Originally posted on Thoughts From the Deep Recesses
May 23, 2008
Originally posted on Thoughts From the Deep Recesses
May 23, 2008
