...I am understandably angry.
Thousands die. Upwards of a million need aid. And yesterday I bought an ice cream cone.
If I wasn't married to a man who doesn't share my passion for fixing the world, I'd be gone. In fact, I'd probably be dead by now, having taken a stupid risk to save a few people. I'm glad Paul and I are married, though, because while I have a passion, I also feel like I have a call: to work on the home front to help (and mobilize others to help) raise up socially conscious, compassionate children and teens (who would otherwise be in danger of not only giving in totally to their innate selfishness, but of never learning to dream that their selfLESSness could make any significant impact) that will some day effect change on a much wider scale than I ever could. Being "stuck" with Paul keeps me from being a flight risk.
But the need to act NOW is tough to deal with. It's good, though, because it makes me think about how OTHERS must feel. Not everyone that bought an ice cream cone yesterday is unfeeling and uncaring about the state of the world. They just don't know what to do about it. I'm praying that God will reveal something to me that will lead to the deployment of many ice cream eaters.
Especially those who, like me, are understandably angry.
