This morning when I woke up it was like any other day I spend at home.
I rose from a restful sleep, with my family close by. I got dressed, helped my kids get their breakfast and get suited up for another day of school. I was a bit groggy at 7:30 am following a late night at band rehearsal, but I was not suffering. Ultimately I was at peace.
For the next three days, I am choosing to add a different routine to my day which does not quite fit in. I am taking a small action of ultimate defiance by fasting from food which is so readily available to me. I am doing it in recognition of those in Darfur, who share all the same desires for internal peace of heart and mind, but have no hope of an outward peace for their flesh and blood. I am taking part in the fast today to join myself for a moment, to the thousands who find themselves with very little hope, in fear of starvation, disease, and violence against themselves and their families.
It is easy to think that real change is not possible, it is easy to tell yourself it’s not your problem to concern yourself with the suffering of the many who are thousands of miles from you, with different ideas, and scenarios we cannot possibly understand. We all have those thoughts, but the issues surrounding the tragedies in Darfur are among the greatest our generation has seen, and our ability to effect real change can begin humbly and with a resonance that will prevail. It can begin with the decision to stand in solidarity and in recognition with those who cannot stand for themselves.
Today I am hungry, hungry for peace, for the people of Darfur.