When touching desperate poverty I am confrunted by a problem… I don’t want people in this situation but what do I want them to be living like? Not my middle class upbringing. I remember the girls with eating disorders and the girls that cut themselves. I remember how with the guys we talked & joked about new movies, new tv episodes, new video games. We had stimulating lives of non reality, fabricated reality, quite desperate lives; living vicariously through entertainment. Suberb dwellers have no need for God and don’t get to share in the love that goes before & follows after his provision. So what do I have to offer? I am in the same desperate need of transformation and fighting the same sense of despare, apathy & fear of the unknown. We are entrenched on either side of satisfacation wishing desperately, quitely that if only we were on the other side… But where is the way we are supposed to be living, made to be living?
