sheepish

Ok - so my blog last night seems a bit harsh as I re-read it. Sorry. I do not know if many people read this or not... whatever. I do not know how I can put what I have been personally feeling into words without it sounding harsh, even though its not how I mean it at all. I was reminded today about the danger of words... our overuse of words that are not followed by any kind of action, or worse, action with poor motives. I will be held accountable for spouting off words, if there is no action.

On a happier note, I am improving my dart game substantially (notice how I slyly changed the subject matter to lighter topics). I am a dork - its true. Why do I do that? I am tired... I think my short little concert last night has taken its toll on this soon to be 31 years old body.

Peace, love and defense mechanisms.

Kerma

PSALTERS

Tonight I went to an amazing concert at my friend Brian's house. The band is called the Psalters. I recommend them for your listening pleasure... website: www.psalters.com. There is an odd theme developing in my life right now. This band simply reinforced what I have been thinking about and praying about - how do we do this Christian walk thing well - as we are called to, but so easily forget about what other people in other countries and in our own (Gulf Coast) are suffering in disease, homelessness and poverty while we sit in our cushioned church pews and learn about being a good Christian. We put our money in a plate (although not much of it... sidenote: if all Christians actually tithed, we could end world hunger) and we feel like we have done our part by supporting our church and maybe throwing a few bucks towards some missionaries, meanwhile we get fat on our lattes - calling ourselves "poor" and complaining about the cost of oil. Jesus said to "follow me", not give money to people who do. I am not accusing, or trying to answer questions... I am just wondering how to be a Christian here. I do not think I am less of a Christian because I am in America, but perhaps I have become a lazy one.

I heard a story yesterday about some young Moravian men in a time shortly after the Reformation. It seems there was an island, St. Thomas, that was owned by a very wealthy and cold hearted man. He only allowed slaves on his island, no one else... certainly no missionaries. A couple of young men, who were the product of a hundred year long prayer meeting felt something needed to be done for the slaves who would live and die on an island having never heard the message of love of our Christ. So they sold themselves as slaves to this island's owner. They lived a brutal life as slaves, enduring daily hardship in order to bring the message of Christ to the other slaves. As slaves were traded to other islands, this message spread throughout the entire Carribean.

The Psalters stated that the apathy of this country has numbed us in our faith - and that God so desperately wants to heal us - and that this healing might happen if we allow ourselves to feel with our brothers and sisters around the world what they suffer.