Thursday, June 19, 2008
Glowing Indians
Today was spent at the clinic. One woman (4 ft tall) waded in. Slouching in a lawn chair in the reception room (that's what we sit in), I straightened myself. HIV positive and hyperglycemic, she was emaciated. I had an urge to drop down on my hands and knees and praise her from her feet up. I thought it was a desire to honor her. No, I realized it was a desire to say thank you, a dirty but sincere thank you. Thank you for looking so dazed and glowing like some angel is already leaving your dead body. Thank you for sitting there so comatose and not furious. Thank you for not naming me a sinner as I soon return to the US, immerse myself in studies, am happy, and carry a general disregard for your well-being.
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Casey, reading this day's entry reminded me so much of how I have felt so many times when in Haiti, Guatemala, Zimbabwe, etc. etc. It is something I struggle with everyday. How do I care for people all over the world while still carrying on my daily life? How much of my daily life should change because I care for these people, and how much do I need to let go? Ugh. At this point I just try not to be immobilized and do what I can, even when it seems like so little. You are in my thoughts and prayers these days as you experience Christ in so many ways!
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