And I read books with friends.
And I am ruined.
I have to admit I have a really good life. I have a comfy apartment, with more square feet in my bedroom than most people in the 3rd world have for their entire home. I have running water. I have air conditioning, a dishwasher, you know the list...you have it too. And I am ruined because I don't know how to rectify my cush life, with the disease, malnutrition and global crises going on in the rest of the world.
And although I know full well that I am exactly where God wants me to be, I still at night, find myself feeling incredibly guilty when I crawl into my bed with freshly laundered sheets, extra pillows, and the knowledge that even my most difficult challenges tomorrow don't even compare to the challenges of Mary, Mama Jackson, or Tedi.
And then I feel guilty.
And then I get out of bed and write blog posts, that really don't make me feel better, but for some reason, this confession might help me sleep better tonight.
My "American way" is uncomfortable when I consider the ways of the rest of the world.
How do you feel? What keeps you awake at night? Are there kids in Haiti whose faces have ruined you and caused you to think differently about "the American way?" Or maybe its the face of a mom struggling to feed her child in Afganistan. Or the wounds of a man in Iraq who also wants freedom. Maybe it is the war plaguing Sudan. Or maybe, it is the homeless man on the corner of Highway 55 and Corvallis in Durham.
And I must go on, and ask, at what point do we take action? At what point do we listen to that place in our hearts that feels ruined and accept that my ability to live "the American dream" directly impacts the lives of others, and that because I have the opportunities I have, I can give opportunities to another.