So Much is Trivial
Written by Mary Beth   
Monday, March 01, 2010
Swirling.  Swirling.  I. Can't. Seem. To. Grab my thoughts to "pen" them.

My thoughts keep bouncing back and forth like a racquetball gone wild against the walls of the court.  If I don't write down the ones I can actually retrieve I'll never be able to figure out what's going on in my head.  And you, my friend, get to watch amusingly as I try.

(How many allegorical thoughts do I have in this post?  I hope an English major either isn't reading this or can just ignore the annoyances.)

For quite some time now my thoughts have been held imprisoned in my mind.  I have been unable to intelligibly share them even an ounce.

So much of my life is trivial.  Wah!  I feel a bit achy or tired.  Sigh, I guess I should just stay in bed a little while longer.  Wah!  My stomach is growling and I just can't seem to ignore it.  Besides, I need my energy.  Annnd, there isn't anything in my cupboards or refrigerator . . . that I want to eat.  Doh!  I missed yet another opportunity to share Jesus with someone because . . . because . . . I'm a WUSS.  That person may not like me anymore.

All the while there are people in other parts of this world who are in forced labor camps who have to labor regardless of how they feel that day and have very little to eat (if anything at all).  They are in these labor camps (oftentimes to be "re-educated") or in prison because they aren't wusses.  They either shared Christ with someone, gave someone a Bible, were smuggling Bibles, or were in a secret church service.

A secret church service.  I don't have to go to secret church services at this time in my life.  In the United States of America we still (at this time) have the freedom to publicly worship Christ.  On Resurrection Sunday our church family will be hosting a service at the local community center.  Out in the open.  Did you know that it is illegal in some countries to gather out in public to worship Jesus?

There are children who have been ripped from their homes and forced to become murderers in an evil army.  There are children whose daddy and mommy cannot provide enough food for them to eat.  There are children who don't even have a mommy and daddy.  Some are orphaned because their mommy and daddy were Christians or not of an "approved" religion.  There are children who are being murdered because they are deemed "mingi" so they are considered to be bringing evil spirits into their tribes and must die.

There are people who are forced to worship the leader of their country as a god.  Woe to them if they do not.

I live in a country where freedom of speech allows people to share their honest opinions of those in leadership whether it be positive or negative.  I can write to my senators and others in leadership to share my concerns (and receive letters back from them politely informing me that they don't agree me but thanks for writing anyway).

I can choose whatever form of education I deem best for my children (for now). I also can teach them about Jesus (for now).  I can have as many children as the Lord chooses to bless my family with.  I have the freedom to seek out the best outlet for my gifted children and therapies in areas of weakness so as to help them thrive.

I can travel to any part of this vast country without needing the permission of the government.

I can keep blahging for as long as I want to (until the children wake up and are ready to get out of bed and need me . . . which is right about now).

Check out some links to get a picture into what has those racquetball-thoughts bouncing:
http://www.persecution.com/ (Voice of the Martyrs)
http://www.prisoneralert.com/
http://www.invisiblechildren.com/home.php (child soldiers)
http://www.drawnfromwater.org/ (Saving "minig" children)


- it's blahg! mb


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avatar Jill
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To live is Christ.....to die is gain.

Good to see your literary juices flowing!
Monday 01 March 2010, 12:53
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