Monday, April 4, 2011
There were interesting parallels between the slavery then and the slavery and near slavery that goes on today. I learned that when slaves were kept in Cuba, producing America's and Europe's sugar cane, loads of fish and bread were being transported from northern states to the West Indies. This, I learned, was because the slaves were too busy producing sugar and had to be shipped food rather than fish for themselves. Today, farmers in impoverished countries producing for large corporations which import fruit, vegetables, coffee and chocolate to northern countries (U.S., Canada, European countries) export more than they themselves consume. The difference is, we don't send them any food (or pay them decent wages)to keep them alive in return. So, it's still the south feeding the north at their own expense and with no recourse. Our food, our clothing, our electronics, our toys, our cookware, our dishes....the list of imports made by people who are making rich corporations richer is unending. We got a lot of cheap stuff out of the deal, a better quality of life perhaps? All on the backs of slaves.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
What can we do? I felt so hopeless when I finished each of these documentaries. I sat and cried. I prayed. It is clear in scriptures that it is our responsibility to help the poor...the poor will always be with us...we are to bear oneanother's burdens....and love our neighbors as ourselves. We can say NO to slavery by not purchasing from these huge companies. I also feel that the Lord is revealing to me how spiritual this issue is, after all, we do not battle against flesh and blood. If I won the lottery tomorrow, I could help some with their physical needs, but if I war in the Spirit, I can help so many more. I take for granted our most precious and profitable resource...prayer. We will continue to buy locally, to avoid slave-produced products and produce, but I am even more determined to find out God's heart in this matter and how He wants me to pray. Let's move some mountains!
Friday, March 18, 2011
54 He said to the crowd: “When you see a cloud rising in the west, immediately you say, ‘It’s going to rain,’ and it does. 55 And when the south wind blows, you say, ‘It’s going to be hot,’ and it is. 56 Hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of the earth and the sky. How is it that you don’t know how to interpret this present time?
57 “Why don’t you judge for yourselves what is right? 58 As you are going with your adversary to the magistrate, try hard to be reconciled on the way, or your adversary may drag you off to the judge, and the judge turn you over to the officer, and the officer throw you into prison. 59 I tell you, you will not get out until you have paid the last penny.”Now there were some present at that time who told Jesus about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mixed with their sacrifices. 2 Jesus answered, “Do you think that these Galileans were worse sinners than all the other Galileans because they suffered this way? 3 I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish. 4 Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? 5 I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish.” Luke 12:54- 13:5
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Today, I am discouraged. Why do we do it? What will it help? How can we impact a society so wrapped up in comforting and entertaining itself that it doesn’t notice the impact it is having on the rest of the world. I once had a friend tell me, “But I don’t live in Thailand.” Wow. Are we really that sheltered? Yes. I think so. I think I’ve decided today to start a fund. I want to take our kids when they are 16, 14, 11 and 8 to a third world country. I want them to see what life is for the rest of us. What’s important, and what’s not. I’ve spent days just trying to find the perfect color to paint the kitchen walls or to find the dishes that would best accent the dining room table….what good homemaker hasn’t? Life looks much different now. Maybe not as polished, maybe not as proper. Maybe that’s part of my discouragement. I want to have a reason to quit so that I can go back to my old ways. It was more fun in ways. I’m so visual. I like my space to look like a magazine shoot. God doesn’t. He is constantly reminding me that these things are futile. “Bear one another’s burdens,” He says. Okay, Lord. So, we’ll be the example…the standard. The counter-cultural. He will use it. I’m sure He will. Besides, what’s the use of having a conviction if you don’t live it?
Why does it embarrass me so much? So my kids’ shoes don’t match all of their clothes. So they wear the same dresses every other Sunday to church. Have you ever walked into a house built in the late 1800’s or early 1900’s? These homes have clothes closets the size of broom closets! Back when clothes cost what they should cost for how much work goes into them, people had their daily work clothes and their Sunday best clothes….and I’m told they were lucky to have more than one pair of shoes. Simpler times. I long for them. I guess what I really long for is that heart change that needs to happen in order for people to spend less on themselves. Mommies would stay home with their babies, people would save for a rainy day and put their credit cards to rest. Neighbors would help eachother out when times got tough…because they’d actually know one another. Instead we’re off to work, shuttling kids to soccer, heading home to spend that hour of quality time in front of the T.V. before sending the little ones off to bed to begin it all again tomorrow, never having the time to build lasting relationships with neighbors…I guess I don’t really need to keep up with the Joneses if I’ve never met them.
So many pretty things. Over the years, I have been gifted or have purchased so many pretty little things. Pretty little things do catch my eye…Jewels and such; little nothings that don’t cost a fortune, but that bring me a moments happiness. I’d say I’m known for wearing little pretties on my ears and around my neck…nothing too expensive. Base metals mostly. I only have one such pretty left (besides my wedding ring). I wear a pewter cuff engraved with chrysanthemums on my right arm, and I don’t ever take it off. It was given me by a dear friend, and it was the only piece of jewelry I could be sure was created by an artisan, and not made by the hands of those whom could never think of owning such a luxury as these we take for granted, day after day.
This process is such a refining process. I just opened my cupboard to reach for a cup for my little one. She is cutting home-made play dough into little round circles with the rim of a plastic cup we purchased. It’s one of those so commonly seen at pizza parlors, etc…not my idea of pretty, but it was made here in the U.S. It will more than likely adorn our Thanksgiving day table (I cringe at the thought). I really have to get over myself…my need for pretty things. All it really takes is some deep contemplation. Do I really want to live better than 99.9% of the world? Would a child in India or Africa care if she had an ugly plastic cup…and would she even know what play dough is? No. Thank you, God for ugly plastic cups.