in to posts, so as I am flying over canyons to go visit my beloved
Colorado, I write.
Have you ever grown so tired of something that you can bear it no longer
and are desperate for a change?
That happens to me a lot. School. Home. California. Complacency.
Maybe even the US. I would like to state how I hope to be stationed in
another country (not a super hot one though) if Jay and I marry.
I got so sick of school. I graduated early, piddled around in college,
and at 18 said goodbye to school.
I got sick of being a kid in my mom's house. So, 2 weeks after my 18th
birthday, and 3 years ago today, I moved out. I wanted to break away and
develop myself into an adult. Still not there yet. Check back later,
although I make no guarantees.
I became utterly disillusioned with California. The
California way sickens me. The weather nearly drives me to insanity. So
at . . .you guessed it, 18, I moved to Colorado. I could say I never
looked back, but maybe I did just a teensy bit.
And then, guess what. That is right, God dragged me, kicking and
screaming (in my heart) back to California. But not before He opened my
eyes to a huge problem in the world.
He taught me to fight against a static life, and then showed me a huge
problem that stayed hidden in the darkness of complacency. It was time
to really go dynamic.
See, social sciences were pretty far down on the list of tolerable
classes. I did well, but rarely enjoyed those classes. How can you call
history a science anyway? But even if I was like my Uncle Ben, this cool
20 year old guy who knows his history, I doubt I would have been
prepared for reality. I never understood why I should care who Abraham
Lincoln's wife was or why four score and seven years before our fathers
brought forth upon this continent a new nation. Okay well maybe it is
important how and why America was borne, but why did I have to memorise
a speech about it?
What made sense to me, though, was dealing with the present. Maybe not
half the hullabaloo in Government, and most definitely not that super
boring economics class, but, to be honest, despite my dislike of
Economics and my indifference toward Government, they are relevant. Of
the seven classes I took for social sciences in junior high and high
school, why were five history and two current? Does the past matter that
much?
I do not see how knowing so much about when supposedly cavemen moved to
Africa matters, when today in Africa, hundreds of children are dying
hourly of preventable causes. Seriously, why should I give a rat's booty
about cavemen? HELLO, kids dying!! That is just not right.
So, while I could continue to complain about those government people
who do not get economics themselves, and force us to learn so much
history, I am kinda done with that. I acknowledge that history has its
place as a lesson for the future. But we are writing some really bad
history books today. I wonder if (providing the rapturist does not
snatch his people up [sorry if you do not get it]) we would be
considered as barbarians because of the way our society as a whole does
next to nothing to fight the nastiness of poverty. Sure, there are
people who help. Some do what they can. But those who can do more,
largely do not.
Here comes an illustration--imagine you find out your child has a brain
tumour and is plagued by severe headaches. You could give him some
Advil, and maybe alleviate some of the pain, but there is no way on this
earth you would stop there. If you know he has a problem bigger than
your over-the-counter medicine's abilities, you are going to go to a
doctor who can do more. Deadly diseases require radical treatment.
There are many who do what they can to help with the symptoms of
poverty, but the evilness of poverty is a beast that cannot be conquered
alone. It is imperative that we go to those with more authority, whether
it is the individuals in the spotlight or the masses. Either way, we
must persist until the proper treatment is administered to fight this
deadliness.
And we must not fail to remember that poverty is a result of sin. Not
that people in poverty are at fault, but because there is sin in the
world, Satan has power. Poverty is not eliminated solely with money. The
hope is that we share the hope in Jesus Christ.
I refuse to be complacent in what is, by comparison, an easy life. I am
tired of living for myself, and I know that there is something greater
out there. I have developed a worthy passion. And it all began with
those boring classes (especially history). I learned in all my
disillusion and subsequent changes how to go about seeking something so
much bigger. I hope to find others who will join me. But dropping out of
college and moving to Colorado are not necessary--it is the spiritual
changes that are necessary, and for people like me, the physical ones
add to the excitement.
Now, excuse me while I gaze out the window at the canyons of Utah (?)
below.
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