http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tsEvV5REww
another amazing video of Brooke Fraser. yeah yeah, here i go again. this one is her doing a cover of Fernando Ortega(who's that?!)'s song, and then followed by Faithful(my most most most favourite song off Albertine)
my pessimistic soliloquy is overdue.
somewhere on the other side of the world, a so-called Christian is getting laid. and then on this side of the world, a similar confessor is having a similar experience.
and perhaps one third around the world, a Christian in Africa is facing a test of faith. at gunpoint.
on the same continent, the people starving to death are a lot more than the hairs on your head. your families' head, even.
in 3 different places at once, sons and daughters are denying their heavenly Father because of temporary things they see and feel. circumstances meant for their own good.
6 hours ago, a potential believer had his chances erased when he saw a believer in cavorting in sin. and enjoying it.
someone just died of starvation.
3 people in Africa just got infected with AIDS.
and there's not a single thing any of us did about it.
we'd probably forget about all these next week.
it sucks to know someone is really suffering, and all you do about it is sit on your ass.
Tony Campolo once said, "some of you don't give a shit about poverty in the world. And some of you are more offended that i just said 'shit' than by the fact there are more children dying of starvation in Africa."
I know, we're supposed to pray. and pray about it.
but honestly, doesn't anyone find it a bit idealistic?
but i guess i'm called to be a fool. so that some smart alecs out there would be put to immense shame.
so after i've finished writing this, i'm going to pray. and perhaps someone out there would live to suffer another day.
and with that put aside, i've got my own winding road to travel. Lord knows how many potholes are waiting out there for me to sprain my ankle in. brambles and thistles, do your worst. i'm gonna meet the Gardener.
now, if you can, please pray a seemingly futile prayer for someone in africa. somewhere a kid has forgotten to smile. he hasn't smiled, and he'd rather spend the energy worrying about where the next scrap of food will come. his bloated stomach is an ironic stark contrast to his limbs. but it's bloated because he's starving, not because he's full. your futile prayer may help him remember how to smile one day.
in the neighbouring country, a 3 year old girl has just been raped because of a stupid and ridiculous myth that AIDS can be cured by having sex with a virgin. so that 3 year old girl will probably not live beyond the age of 14. all because of a stupid myth.
who wants this world? give me Jesus.
Lord, we can't hear their cries. we may have felt their gastric pangs once in a while, but not as often as they do. we can't hear them but You do. and You hear our prayers too. Hear our prayers. Please.
