caroline
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My husband and I were snowed in the other day and weren't able to travel to our regular church service. We decided to attend a church just a few blocks away from us that happened to be a very large, wealthy, Methodist Christian church. The service was about "peace" -- the choir sang songs about peace, the minister got up and talked about peace and they had prayers about peace. They had a huge choir, grand piano, one of the largest pipe organs I had ever seen and a bell choir. The service was very sumptuous. The pastor got up and said a prayer for peace in which he asked for peace for our "troops" and for all the places they were "serving."
And the whole time I was struggling with myself to stay seated, stay quiet and keep control of myself. Because in my heart all I could think of was all the poor children I have watched die in my work in the Third World. I kept thinking of the poor and the exploited. I kept seeing images of Palestinian children, Iraqi children, Haitian Children, and all the downtrodden people's of the world that our tax dollars... well, I can't get into the details but I think you know what I'm saying.
When my husband and I got to the car I cried harder than I have cried in many years. The hypocrisy of that experience tore my heart out. How can people talk about peace, sing about peace, pray for peace, when we are the main ones that are preventing it? My husband and I sat in the car and cried for a long time and not one person from that church stopped to ask if we were okay as they pulled away one by one.
Why doesn't anybody care? Why? What is WRONG with us???:'
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And the whole time I was struggling with myself to stay seated, stay quiet and keep control of myself. Because in my heart all I could think of was all the poor children I have watched die in my work in the Third World. I kept thinking of the poor and the exploited. I kept seeing images of Palestinian children, Iraqi children, Haitian Children, and all the downtrodden people's of the world that our tax dollars... well, I can't get into the details but I think you know what I'm saying.
When my husband and I got to the car I cried harder than I have cried in many years. The hypocrisy of that experience tore my heart out. How can people talk about peace, sing about peace, pray for peace, when we are the main ones that are preventing it? My husband and I sat in the car and cried for a long time and not one person from that church stopped to ask if we were okay as they pulled away one by one.
Why doesn't anybody care? Why? What is WRONG with us???:'
