I went to this simulated experience at the Big Exoday on Saturday- it was about the life of a child sold into prostitution in Asia. A young girl, lied to, sold to a whore house and sleeping with dirty Australian men before she knew what was happening.
I need these wake up calls sometimes, to be shocked out of apathy. But it left me with a clear choice. I can’t look this stuff in the face and do nothing. But what do I do? I honestly don’t know. But sometimes this answer leaves me paralysed rather than creative about what to do.
I read today about Aunty Irene in Kitgum. She went to visit an Internal Displacement camp out off the beaten track. The govenment has closed a lot of the cmaps in visible places and moved them out of the way, no easy water supply, no easy food supply, soldiers with gun at the edges of the camp for those who want to make their own fortunes. Here is what she said:
” I couldn’t stay longer. I couldn’t stand the accusing faces of the adults. As I drove away, I said “God, how can we help them?” He said “Give them water.”
Now that to me seems a big answer to give. Not unlike our God, who said to the disciples when there was a crowd of 5000 and no food supply “you give them something to eat.” But it’s still a biggie.
I think sometimes I fall into the sin of asking God what to do but not being willing to do it. What if I asked him and he said “leave Australia, go to Kitgum, and you get them water.” Leave here! Leave now? This is too much God, give me something smaller to do, I can’t do that.
I don’t know how you want to respond to this, or if there is a response. I know this is a shared blog and so the action is sposed to happen in the comments. Maybe this is just a venting time for me. Maybe I’m crying out loud, wondering if I’m asking God things just to make myself feel less guilty. In order to be real, I’d have to say that if I knowingly am asking with no intention of following the answer, I’m a hypocrite and a fraud.
God hasn’t pointed that finger at me, don’t worry. He’s much more practical and gracious than me, I like that. Here is where I am left then, and would love your thoughts on:
How do I get past the “what can I do?” question when I know it won’t solve the problem. I am one person in God’s plan, not the whole plan. And other people in the picture- corrupt governments, companies, even me at times, hijack my acts of kindness. So how then can I retain faith and hope in there being a change? How do we avoid cynicism and hopelessness, or at least fatalism, towards big issues like human slavery, poverty or war?