We do have a computer and through that we have access to Netflix. Lately, I have been challenged to learn about the world: to learn about the way that people live, to see it with my own two eyes. I plan on going a lot of places in my lifetime, but for right now I can only do so much. With all that being said, I have been watching a TON of documentaries.
For a while the films were about India. Then they were about places and things all over the world. Today, it was Africa. I met ex-warlords in Liberia who gave me a tour of towns full of violence, brothels, and children without a school in sight. Some of these men wait for the day when they will be called upon to fight once again. Others have converted and seek peace in compounds where they pursue healing for themselves and others like them. I met white Zimbabwean farmers who fought the corruption of a dictator so that they could live in their home and provide jobs for hundreds. After winning in court, their farm was burned to the ground. I met children from the war zone in Uganda whose lives are being transformed through music and dance. Some of these children have been raped, some have been orphaned, and others have even been child soldiers.
Is it enough to be amazed by these stories? To be shocked? To be appalled? To be moved to tears? One of my favorite songs, Albertine, by Brooke Fraser, challenges me. Here's the chorus:
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