Today I decided to try going to a church where I actually knew what they were saying. Some friends from Swaziland (some of the most beautiful people, inside and out, I've ever met) go to one on the way to Taoyuan so I tagged along. I have to say it was an interesting experience. I enjoyed the Korean church because it gave me space to chill out and meditate and pray for a while which I really appreciated, but this time I actually had to pay attention. The service it's self wasn't anything special and I got a bit bored, but afterwards they invited us to stay for lunch and we had a really interesting discussion with one of the leader guys. I haven't had a good healthy debate in ages so it was quite refreshing and made me think more about what I actually stand for and believe.
Later I decided to chill out in the sun with a podcast I'd been meaning to listen to for a while. It was by this guy Rob Bell who makes these amazing short films so figured he might be worth having a listen to. The guy fairly knows how to illustrate a point. It was mostly about America and how the world perceives it, but the underlying message was all about peace. Anyway, there was one bit in particular that got me thinking about something (that those who know me will probably know I'm pretty passionate about). Put very simply (and in the words of Spider Man) - 'with great power comes great responsibility.' I have this thing where I totally believe (despite what people keep telling me to the contrary) that one person can make a difference. I think we have three choices in life: 1 we can try and make a difference (however small) for good, 2 we can not bother one way or the other, or 3 we can make a difference for bad. I'm not professing for a second that I've got this figured out, (and would love your thoughts on it all.) So yeh, I can't help but think, I could have been born anywhere, into any situation, but I was born in the west, into a loving family, and have never known what it's like to 'need' something. And so isn't it only fair that I (and anyone else who was born in the west where we don't actually know the meaning of the word poverty) do what we can to help those who can't help themselves. It kinda fries my brain a little when I try and get my head around the whole thing, so I tend to try not to, and I, admittedly, don't live that out just now. However, it's something that keeps jumping back into view every so often, blurting out in a jumbled mess (as you can see,) breaking my heart for a while, and never really goes away (although most of the time I try and ignore it.)
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