Invisible

Last night I went to a showing of Invisible Children (www.invisiblechildren.com). Powerful story of social injustice. Part of me wants to move to Uganda (not what they were asking). The other part of me recognizes that this is one story in a world of social injustice. That same part of me feels very guilty living in Orange County, wondering what I should eat for breakfast from my cupboard full of food. That's one question I have for the big Guy when I get to meet Him. How does he decide who goes where and when they go there? My heart was taken back to my Russian orphans. I wanted in so many ways to take them home, away from the suffering they were enduring, but I couldn't. I feel helpless in this world -- because money changes everything (the fact that the US won't help the wars in Africa embodies this) and I don't have any. I want to tell Oprah about the invisible children, but even then, she can't stop the war with her money. I sometimes wonder if Africa is God's forgotten continent...