I read the news this morning that Carter had a loud dustup with the Sudanese government security. He was trying to reach the tribes people of Darfur to listen to their complaints/needs. The security stopped him and told him he couldn’t go any further. He got to the point of raising his voice in protest and demanding access. The article brought me to tears. On one side of this so called security was an oppressed people, and on the other freemen trying to help them. So close, and yet a million miles away.
Which leads to the question, Who are we in the West that we live in freedom and ease while half the world is beaten, tortured, starved, and murdered? I don’t know about anyone else, but I find it hard on the conscience. We open a faucet and clean water flows freely. We go to the Supermarket and choose from dozens of kinds of breads, fruits, meats, and drinks. We even have dozens of types of toilet tissue to choose from. Our comforts all important.
I am so thankful for people like Carter, Tutu, and Branston. They go to the places I can’t or won’t go, and do the things I should and don’t do.