I have 11 days to go not the 11 months I accidently wrote in my for earlier rant. I had my second last commy pub for a long time tonight. I am going to miss it. My exam tonight was okay, but tedious. I wanted to be at the pub instead. So I left a bit early. Though not as early as I wanted too.
That last rant kind of shows how bored of studying I am. I was busy reading blogs and stumbled upon an old post by Kirsty talking about the hopelessness of trying to fight injustice in our world. That sparked my long rant about it all.
Poverty and injustice are so overwheleming in our world. It’s hard to believe that just one person can make a difference. The Bible makes it clear that the poor will be with us until the end of the Earth.
In Deuteronomy 15:11 it says “There will always be poor people in the land. Therefore I command you to be openhanded toward your brothers and toward the poor and needy in your land.”
Jesus himself states we will always have the poor in Mark 14:7 “The poor you will always have with you, and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me. ”
Why then should we bother if we can never stop poverty?
Maybe because the fight against poverty is an important one. God tells us in Isaiah 58 that a true fast is to help the poor, feed the hungry and to break the bonds of oppression. God spends a fair bit of time talking about justice.
I’m reminded now about the parable of the lost sheep the lost coin and the good Samartian too. I think that helping even one person is significant. So what if we can’t change the world. Is that really our job? Isn’t that God’s?
Our job is to simply love our God, and our neighbour. I also think that love also can inspire us to work for what to everyone else looks like a lost cause.
I am going to India in 11 months to help a hospital out with its computers. Maybe it is a lost cause. Maybe I can’t make any real impact. Maybe I’d be better off donating the money I am spending on my trip to TEAR instead.
What if I can make a difference. Maybe save EHA a few thousand dollars a year. Money they can spend helping the sick. Then is it worth it?
That will probably enable them to give care to another dozen people each year. That’s a lot, but still no real dent in the povery that abounds. In a country that has more then a billion people in it.
I think it does make it worth it. I mentioned the good Samartian before and the lost sheep. I think that changing just one life would make it all worth it. However everyone is precious to God, so though each person is precious I have a duty to help as many people as I can.
I know my life style doesn’t allow for this at the momment. I know I am far to selfish to be able to dedicate all of myself to this task. It is not a task I have to do by myself though. For one there is God, but also there are many other people in the world fighting the good fight too.
So I shall fight against poverty. Do my small part, and let God do his bigger part.
Well it’s down to 12 days before I go now. Everyday it gets a little more real.
Sitting here in Gloria Jean’s Chatswood surfing the net using my optus account. Wireless internet is just far too cool. I love it. But it’s expensive so I am going to go soon. Got some study done today. YAY me.
I just had three geeks come to admire my laptop. They told me I had to download some game. I have never meet them before. Aparently one of the guys has a different model of my laptop and wanted mine. All good fun.
I’ve worked out how to make attempting to study fun.
Go into Uni, sit at the bar and connect to the wireless internet (for free), and read the course note PDF’s. Whilst checking email, bloging and chatting on MSN. Making sure to have ample food and drink whilst you study. Much like home I guess.
Unfortunately I might have to start answering exam questions soon. Which is not as fun.
It is now 14 days God willing, until I touch down in India, It’s only 13 days until I leave Sydney. It’s getting very close.
Today I started taking my Malaria tablets today. Yay only a little over 250 more tablets left to take.
I think everythings going okay in terms of planning. I’ll soon know.
I have just taken my first two Malaria tablets. I only have to have a bit over two hundred and fifty tablets over the next 6 months. Lots of fun. On the plus side I haven’t vomited them up yet. And one of the medications may get rid of pimples for me. That would be fun.
Church was a bit mediocre tonight. It was a shame cause the rest of today was pretty good. I even played balderdash and didn’t get very upset. Said the first of many goodbyes at church tonight too. I have a feeling I am going to get rather overwhelemed by saying goodbye to everyone. I want to do it though regardless of any pain associated. I want to go through the process.
It’s 2 weeks until I leave this country. That’s rather soon I feel. I am keeping rather busy between the trip, work, and study. Hence very little blogging. And now I have to head off again.
Girl Underground by Morris Gleitzman is a childrens book about breaking children out of detention centres in Australia. It sounds very cool. I like that authors are free to criticise the goverment.
Went up to the Blue Mountains today to visit my grandparents and Steve and Mim. It was good. I went to Steve’s and Mim’s first and that was good fun. I got to hear some of Steve’s new album it’s sounding pretty posh.
I then went and visited my grandparents in Lawson. That was good too. I don’t see nearly enough of them. I love them lots. We didn’t talk about them being great grandparents or me being an Uncle. Funny the taboos we develop.
On my way hope I stopped off at a cafe where I meet some friends of mine. That was good too.
Apparently my niece Hannah Elizabeth was born yesterday. Happy Birthday Hannah. I do hope I get to meet you one day, and we can become friends. I am rather sceptical at the momment however. Your parents aren’t talking to us at the momment. I hope that your mind is not posionned too badly against us. It would be sad if that were the case, were not really that bad. You have two very special grandparents too. Who love you and your mother, even though they never see you. I think that’s about all I have to say for now.
God bless you Hannah and I pray that we may someday meet.
I worked on Saturday and Monday of this long weekend. So really I had a short weekend. It’s a bit disapointing really. I missed out on two parties that would of been fun to go to. I guess I should start getting used to reading about social events on blogs.