invisible children

Tonight some "roadies" from Invisible Children, a nonprofit org. that raises money to help kids in Northern Uganda, showed a video on campus. I think my favorite part of the videos is hearing their accents. The pictures are cool, and I sometimes think, yeah I've been there!, but nothing takes me back faster than hearing those beautiful, melodic accents. I really want to see my friends again.

But once I snap out of it and get drawn in by the plot, it never fails to challenge me. They remind me that the world is bigger than Manhattan. I always want to sell all my possessions and go try to change the world. But slowly that desire fades away, or gets covered up, and I'm still here - still trying to figure out the 'so what?' of all that I've seen and heard.

I've started reading a book called The Fabric of Faithfulness - Weaving Together Belief and Behavior and I hope it helps. I want to figure out how to put it all together. How do I mesh what I believe about life and Jesus and poverty with a career, lifestyle, friends, sports, and all the other normalities of life? I think that our little daily decisions have as much of an influence on our lives as our ideologies do. I mean that every "should I buy this?" or "should I say that?" decision can have just as big of an impact as being "morally opposed" to something. I can hate consumerism, but I really like that shirt... you know?

Okay this probably wasn't my most eloquent of blog posts, but hopefully you could follow along. In summary: I miss Uganda, I want more than the American Dream, and I need Jesus to show me the way.

And with that, goodnight.