1/13/2013

Ready to go home.


The other night in conversation,
I found myself tuning the person out.

I couldn't listen to the 4th story in a row talking about successful grown children of a friend or neighbor. About this or that person in Orange County who had made millions.

LIfe is so harsh for so many. 

And I'm not speaking of those who are jobless, or have had to walk away from their homes, as hard as that is in the American context. 

I'm thinking of the movie Les Miserables and that it's not a story from a time long ago. 

There are children who died this week from curable disease or starvation, or defending their homes against tyranny and oppressive governments or thugs...or girls who have had to sell their hair or teeth or bodies in the face of poverty, death and disease. 

Healthcare isn't even a part of their discussion.

I don't want to enter another conversation about politics
or Obamacare
or wine 
or how much money so and so has
or entertainment 
or sports

It's time to go back to our little government flat in Asia.
Where I feel a bit lavish for the relative plenty we have compared to my immediate neighbours, and especially our neighboring countries.

And I want to have different conversations.
Conversations with grateful people who know they are blessed beyond measure and want to share.

1 comment:

R Harris said...

Yes, I have felt that myself. It is a consequence of having seen and experienced more than our American (or So Cal) Christian bubble, and comes from our calling to make a difference in the world. Argh! Even the ability to see beyond the temporary is a gift from God, but let's resolve to keep pointing people toward eternity. Your post is a great reminder to me, especially now that I live back here, to keep pointing people toward our true Home so that they don't get distracted by the "inns along the way" (tip of the hat to CS Lewis).
Robin