I took a drive yesterday, not into the the wild blue yonder, but into that which could be called paradise. Driving up from Goma towards Uganda reminded me again of the immense and outstanding beauty of this country – the richness of the land as water is plentiful, the soil magnificent, and it seems that anything could grow. Vegetables overflow in the markets, while in the fields they are joined by coffee and bananas to cover the hills.
And yet so many of the children were malnourished, full of worms eating their legs and arms, fungal infections on their heads, and some with difficulty walking. Food all around, but none getting to the bellies of those who need it.
Anger wells up within as I think of other stories I hear regularly, stories of rape, extortion, stealing, violence, and indifference. And yes, at times, it feels like I, we, are not doing enough.
Ask yourself, your government, your faith community…what are you doing to end the injustice in the world where the gap between the haves and the have-nots grow