Today I saw a man beating a boy(who looked very poor) with a stick and yelling at him. I wondered if it was my place to do anything. I couldn’t think of any sane course of action so I kept walking.
Seeing it really disturbed and shocked me I guess that’s a good thing. God protect me from become hard hearted about the suffering of others. I don’t want to be desensitised but after just a few months in Delhi I can feel it happening.
Our cleaner Moonie who comes twice a week to clean the house came today to explain why she didn’t show up yesterday and that her child was sick. She came seeking help, our language skills were not quite adequate for the situation, so we called over Victor(from EHA) who lives quite close to us. He chatted to her and I think that things are sorted out, she should take her girl to a hospital tomorrow if she’s still sick with fever. We also gave her some panadol for her child.
She has 5 children and her husband is apparently a lazy bum. I imagine that missing even a day of work stuffs her up. Stupid poverty!! So many sad stories, here in Delhi. I am glad at least that we are paying her a good wage for her work.
I found out that someone I meet recently has just been diagnoised with TB. She works for an AIDS project and works really hard to support her children as a single mother.
TB is treatable there is a program by the World Health Organization called DOTS. Yet 1000 people die from it in India alone, that is really depressing. This should not be.
We have the drugs and the knowledge to do something to stop TB why aren’t we doing anything?
I wonder if it’s patent protection from the big drug companies, stopping cheaper Indian versions of the drugs entering the market place. Is it like Anti-retrovirals that help people with AIDS, where people argue that these ignorant villages wouldn’t be able to maintain there treatment.
I do not know, but I am angry. I don’t know what I can do for these people. I don’t know what I should do either. So many worth wild causes in the world.
So I sit here in India, next to my AC in my nice middle class flat. And reasure myself that I am already doing enough… Pretending that there is such a thing as enough.
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Lately the disparity in this world has been really getting to me.
How can God love everyone in this planet and live so many in utter poverty?
Why do the worst things seem to happen where the poorest of the world live?
How can our nation be getting so fat whilst so many go hungry?
Why do I have so many great friends whilst others are so lonely?
How can I get so comfortable living in Australia that spending money on luxuries doesn’t bother me?
I got quite angry at God tonight during/after church tonight. The sermon was on how God goes all out for the lost. I spent most of it thinking about how blessed I am but then the poor got into my head. And I began to wonder how God can be going all out for them.
In the end I calmed down and looked through my India photos on my laptop for the while. I began to really feel that God loved every individual in my photos. I also saw how God raises up people to serve those in need.
I came back to my constant comfort. The miracle of the world is that it is not a lot worse then it is. Without God working I shudder to think how crap this world would become.