A great friend made a comment today about joy. This is something that I have been missing quite a bit in my life lately. Amidst a terrible despair about the state of the globe and the lack of my normal intake of calories I really have been angry and saddened. I must find a way to experience and exude joy in my life even though I am saddened by so much. Archbishop Tutu does this in an indescribable way. You can see this in the essence of his very being through a contagious laughter that I have seen in the most formal of meetings and also in the Darfur refugee camps. He possesses a sincere capacity for joy that I envy. I think perhaps I am angry to a certain extent with God. Confused and pondering why so much suffering is allowed to continue.
Today is Day 27 of my fast, there is grim news from Sudan. Reports of bombing by the Government of Sudan in Northern Darfur. Additionally, there is recent news from the ground that the refugee camp HasaHisa has completely run out of water. There is also grim news from Burma as a dear sister of peace is now being threatened with a return to a certain horrific captivity. It reminds me of her strength and enduring courage Aung San Suu Kyi has spent a lifetime separated from loved ones and from the life and authority that was rightfully hers all taken from her by evil persons.
We owe it to Aung San Suu Kyi to fight for peace, we owe it to sweet Arch Tutu, we owe it to ourselves because we are accountable for what happens on our watch.