A Cry In The Dark

So a group of medical personnel from our church came back from Indonesia yesterday. They worked with many people who were hurt by the tsunami. They met 1100 people's medical needs. The devastation is apparently beyond description of which the little video footage I saw 10 minutes ago testifies.

I think often my response to the incredible contrast between other’s suffering and my apparent ease of life is a special kind of self loathing. I don’t think this is a healthy or correct response. It isn’t my fault I was born into, what most of the world would consider, an incredibly wealthy home. It’s God’s fault. I think my response should be, first a gratitude for this blessing I know as my life that God has granted me with. And then an understanding of what is going on in the world around me and knowing that the phrase, the grass is greener on the other side of the hill could not be further from the truth.

This is what I’ve been struggling with over the past few months. Knowing what my response should be in the wake of terror and disaster around the world. Not just in Asia but in Africa, South America, the Middle East and everwhere else I look. I’m not really sure what my response should be. I only have so much money. But I guess I can always give more.

But is that what my heart and conscience are screaming for? Or is it something more?

A Processed Thought Product

I love people watching. The airport is the best place to do this. You get such a variety of characters.

I was at a Home Depot a few days ago and I decided to pick up a hot dog at the vendor in front of the store and eat it in my car.

Well, while stuffing my face with this mysterious, processed, meat product sandwiched between a stale bun, I got some good people watching done and I’ve come to the conclusion that based on the clinical definition of insanity (someone who does something over and over again expecting different results) I think a vast majority of the populace is legally insane. Which is kind of a comforting thought because now we have a reason for doing all the stupid things that we as the human race have done and no doubt will continue to do until the end of time.

If you chew on that for as long as I chewed on that rubbery hot dog I’m sure you’ll agree.

Anyway that’s my deep thought for the day.

Change

Man keeping a blog updated with posts is difficult. At least for me. I know a few other people who have the same issue.

So I just moved. I hate moving. It's depressing. I think as I get older the fact that certain things are depressing to me doesn't change but I think the understanding that this moment won't last for very long becomes solidified in my mind. Change in one's life is like chapters in a book. Only in a book you pass from chapter to chapter without hesitation. For me these chapters of life require a lot of reflection. Sometimes this reflection causes me to relive the passing of chapters in my past. Which can be difficult depending on the chapter.

To bring it to a head I think that with every change that occurs in my life that takes me away from how life was when mom died causes me to feel like I am leaving her behind.

I wonder if that will ever become easier.