Friday, July 17, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
A preview of rants to come.
I pull into the parking spot; my heart leaps a bit. I recognize this car. Could it be theirs? I get out grab my laptop, all the while scanning the businesses and parking lot for those three little rascals. But alas, they are not there. It is not their car. I should know better by now; it’s never their car and they are never there.
(Royal Family Kids camp is a one-week residential summer camp for neglected and abused children ages 7 to 11. Most of the time a 6 or 12 year old sneaks in there but frankly we’d keep them forever if we could.)
I proceed to Starbucks and settle into my regular place. As I cozy up with my coffee I find myself fighting back tears. Anger wells up inside of me. I feel like a little kid throwing angry punches while my older sibling holds me away with the palm of his hand on my forehead.
(I tried really hard in writing this to write about all of the amazing things that took place this week at camp. There are those who did and if I can I would like to include them in this blog. However, each time I sat down to write about it, I couldn’t write about the warm positive feelings I experienced because they were overshadowed by a great deal of frustration)
I am angry at the Church for their ignorant indifference towards this ministry. I am wrong about a lot of things but this I know for certain: When it is easier for me to get my non Christian friends to donate their time, their money and their thoughts to this cause, we have a problem. The Church has dropped the ball. When I am on a trash walk and the pastor of the Church comes out to ask if we can make sure to get the street next to his church, devoid of gratitude, The Church has dropped the ball.
There is more to be said, and believe me it will be said but this is all I could write at this time. So I leave you with this: We may never become the majority or the standard but of this be certain, we will always be the thorn in your side.
“Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are anger and courage. Anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain as they are.” St. Augustine
(Royal Family Kids camp is a one-week residential summer camp for neglected and abused children ages 7 to 11. Most of the time a 6 or 12 year old sneaks in there but frankly we’d keep them forever if we could.)
I proceed to Starbucks and settle into my regular place. As I cozy up with my coffee I find myself fighting back tears. Anger wells up inside of me. I feel like a little kid throwing angry punches while my older sibling holds me away with the palm of his hand on my forehead.
(I tried really hard in writing this to write about all of the amazing things that took place this week at camp. There are those who did and if I can I would like to include them in this blog. However, each time I sat down to write about it, I couldn’t write about the warm positive feelings I experienced because they were overshadowed by a great deal of frustration)
I am angry at the Church for their ignorant indifference towards this ministry. I am wrong about a lot of things but this I know for certain: When it is easier for me to get my non Christian friends to donate their time, their money and their thoughts to this cause, we have a problem. The Church has dropped the ball. When I am on a trash walk and the pastor of the Church comes out to ask if we can make sure to get the street next to his church, devoid of gratitude, The Church has dropped the ball.
There is more to be said, and believe me it will be said but this is all I could write at this time. So I leave you with this: We may never become the majority or the standard but of this be certain, we will always be the thorn in your side.
“Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are anger and courage. Anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain as they are.” St. Augustine
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