I can get so comfortable in my home. We are surrounded by peace, beauty, and all the choices freedom can offer. We lack not. We want not. We don’t even crave. I should be satisfied, yet, I am not. My heart cries out that I am a stranger in this land. The faces of the persecuted, the hungry, the fearful and those endangered by the lunatic cravings of mad dictators are forever crowding out my enjoyment of the peace that surrounds me.
When we take the evening news and put flesh and bone and names to it, we know too much to relax in our bounty. A woman raped in Burma. A family burned in their home in Kenya. Two boys slaughtered in Somalia. Facts and statistics. Real people. Real families. Real need.
As one person, I cannot really do that much by myself. But with God’s help, we can all offer love (in whatever form it is needed) to someone in need.
Photos: The Taliban in Pakistan do whatever they can to ensure girls do not get an education. They have burned or blown up over 200 schools in the Swat Valley that allowed girls. They have thrown acid in girls’ faces as they walked to the few schools left standing.
This school accepts students regardless of religion or sex. If you would like to help go to: Strategic World Impact, (Pakistan School Fund)
(Canon 5D, 24-105mm @55mm, 1/200 sec, f5.6, ISO 640)
(Canon 5D2, 85mm, 1/640 sec, f2, ISO 800)
©Copyright Gary S. Chapman 2009