I have lost approximately 10% of my body weight in 31 days, my hair is still falling out and I still have that annoying sour taste in my mouth. My friends all look at me and say, “you look so tired.” I live in the nicest of conditions with the cleanest of water and the most available of food. I am tired. A 3 year old and 4 month old take a good amount of my energy on most days.
I wonder about the mothers of Darfur. Compassion means to “suffer with.” That was my desire when I began this fast. To suffer with the moms there in the camps. Who was I kidding? Impossible. I barely scratch the surface.
There is something incredibly dangerous about knowledge. In this case it is the same as notice. I’ve been there, seen the faces of those moms and their children. I have listened with my own ears to their cries for peace and security. I have held their hands and cried with them. I am on notice. It is happening. Every bit of it. As far away and foreign as we all want it to be, it is not. It takes less than a day to be there in their midst. As incredible technology affords my 3 year old a little touch screen gadget that fits in his pocket that will play any number of videos or games on his command in half a second, there they wait. Waiting there in the most prehistoric and tragic of conditions which fight their everyday efforts to stay alive and keep their families alive.
Knowledge = Notice.
Am I an accomplice?