Its Hard to be Home

It’s harder to come back to America then it was going to Africa and seeing what I saw. Which may sound crazy…it does sound crazy. That it is harder for me walk into a nice house and lay in a queen size bed with a comforter. To drive down a paved road with restaurants and other nice cars around me then it is to see a family with a one room house made out of dirt and sticks while sleeping on the floor or straw beds. Then driving down a road where I see people on top of people carrying heavy objects on their head and in need of food. It is such an overwhelming feeling to be one of the 60% of the world that doesn’t have to worry about not eating today. And not only do I NOT need to worry about eating but I worry about OVEREATING! I laid in my bed last night and it was the first comfortable bed with a comforter since I got back and it felt amazing. But then I thought, “why me?” why am I blessed with a roof over my head with 4 bedrooms and three living rooms and a kitchen the size of the houses (huts) in Africa. Why doesn’t the little child who waked up at 6am every morning to work hard and goes to bed hungry just to wake up hungry and do it all over again get a nice bed to sleep in. God has put me in this life for a reason …TO SEEK JUSTICE FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT HAVE A VOICE. One thing I realized by being in Sierra Leone is that the reason bad things happen in the world is because 1. There are bad people who oppress others and 2. I let them. When Jesus came he sent his disciples out to the world to seek justice and so as Christians it is our RESPONSIBILITY to stand up for the poor, widowed, and orphaned. To stand up against the oppressors and shine light where only darkness is seen.