Its only hours until the end of the fast and I can’t stop thinking about food. The thing about a fast is you have to be really careful how you come out of it, and that means no burger and fries as your first meal (!) but a half glass of OJ and sliced bananas. Earlier this afternoon I went to the grocery store and ended up spending an hour looking closely at food, reading labels, asking questions about organic versus non-organic, really comparison shopping.
And then it hit me on my drive home from the store…I am sooooo unbelievably lucky that I have these food choices to consider. Not only do I have a choice about whether or not my OJ is organic when I first break my fast, but I get to choose to break it. The refugees of Darfur do not have a choice AT ALL. They have no say in when their next meal will be, much less what it will consist of. They have no choice but to live in fear of starvation and violence. I pray tonight, as I bless the food that will soon nourish my body, that someone somewhere reads this and the many other blogs, videos, and testimonials from the people of Darfur; I pray that someone will do something about it. And do something now before more needless lives are lost to this genocide.