Another Sob Story

This week is missions week at school, which means the halls at Naz are lined with tables and pamphlets, and chapel is heartwrenching with stories of Uganda and Africa and world hunger. Now, like most people, I hate being manipulated and suckered with a sob story--heaven forbid I feel guilty or like I need to do something, anything to help these people...But it's hard to ignore this article that Becky linked to in her blog about the atrocities of the LRA in Uganda. Children raping and mutilating and killing...being raped and mutilated and killed. It's hard to protest that I'm being manipulated and made to feel guilty in light of that.

The speaker today in chapel talked about the last generation's fear of the gospel being reduced to merely a social gospel, which perhaps is a valid fear...I'm not sure at this point. But it's hard to talk about "witnessing" (in the sense it has taken on these days in evangelicalism...a sort of "4 spiritual laws hit and run") when I see this suffering, and it's even harder not to recall the meaning of "true religion." I feel helpless...and shamefully unaware of any of it. And I'd write more in this post, but thinking about this again makes words seem inadequate.