Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #325

“Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, suffering, and injustice when He could do something about it.”

“Well, why don’t you ask Him?”

“Because I’m afraid He would ask me the same question.”…..Anonymous

I read this quote once before in Richard Stearns’ book A Hole in the Gospel.  It hit me like a kick in the groin, but I choose to ignore it and go on about my life. Kind of just like I did after spending some time with these orphaned kids in India. Somebody ought to do something about this!

Yesterday, I was in the start of a new read Barefoot Church by Brandon Hatmaker and I got a second kick. How long will I ignore it this time?

Sometimes you deserve a kick in the groin while cruising along on your comfortable journey, you’ve earned it. ††††††††††††††††nada te turbe††††††††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #217

You don’t know my city or the dusty streets where I live 
You don’t know my name; you don’t know ME.
You have your own troubles, your OWN world – why should I be in it?
 Your world is school and homework; TV and music; shopping and friends
 You are concerned about your grades, your weight and your Mum nagging you to clean up your bedroom
 And will she buy those designer jeans you must have for the Party on Saturday night.
 You are looking forward to your holiday in America and leaving school to get that job you’ve always wanted.
My world is hard, unloving, unfair, …worse 
I don’t have any designer jeans, just this one, dirty, threadbare dress
 I have never been to school; I’ve never read a book 
I have no Mum to nag me, or care for me – she died three years ago
 I have no bedroom to keep tidy, because I have no home.
I’m concerned about where I will sleep tonight – will the Policeman wake me up, beat me up, lock me up, worse…? 
I’m concerned about my aching, empty stomach
 I’m not well – I have a disease I can’t spell and no medicine to treat it 
I have nothing to look forward to…
Except an early, lonely death from a disease my underfed body could not resist.
They call me beggar, thief, worse…
They look at me with hate in their eyes, then chase me away – what have I done?!
You see my picture in your newspaper and on your TV screen, but you turn away 
You don’t see ME!
I AM in your world – OUR world.
 I am also aboard spaceship earth, but you are a rich passenger and I am a poor one
 You CAN understand my world: ask questions, find answers, find ME! 
Will you try? It might help you make sense of your own world.
What’s my name?
 MY name is Street Child of India.

“Whenever you are in doubt, or when the self becomes too much with you, apply the following test:

Recall the face of the poorest and weakest man whom you may have seen and ask yourself if the step you contemplate is going to be of any use to him. Will it restore him to control over his own life and destiny? In other words, will it lead to community for the hungry and spiritually starving millions?

Then you will find your doubts and your self melting away.”
Mahatma Gandhi

From Fristha Childrens Village, India

Let your doubts and self melt away on your journey†††nada te turbe†††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #94

I was a short walk through the woods near a cabin in Ruidosa NM. This mother deer and her fawn walked out in front of me and posed. I had my point & shoot and grabbed a few frames before they wandered off like I was the lesson for the day of what to avoid. I could hear Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young singing in the trees……enjoy….nada te turbe…..jim†

Teach Your Children
Graham Nash

You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good-bye
Teach your children well
Their father’s hell
Will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks
The one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.

And you, of tender years
Can’t know the fears
That your elders grew by
And so please help them with your youth
They seek the truth
Before they can die.

(Can you hear and do you care
And can’t you see whe must be free
To teach our children what you believe in
Make a world that we can believe in.)

Teach your parents well
Their children’s hell
Will slowly go by
and feed them on your dreams
The one they picks
The one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #77

“Whoever welcomes this little child in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. For it is the one who is least among you all who is the greatest.”
Luke 9:47-49……….So who are you welcoming, touching, feeding……..reach out, there is a whole lot of hurt out there……….nada te turbe… …jim