The “Ugh” of Coming Home…

Like most everyone, after being in eSwatini for weeks, I was ready to go back home. Being as domesticated as any American, I missed my couch, my TV shows, Wifi and a large “Kitchen Sink” from Baby Jake’s Pizza. I guess its the missing of these things and how much I missed them that is so disappointing to me . . . They are all so un-important when contrasted with what is missing in eSwatini.

There is a part of me that has changed since my first trip to Africa. It’s what causes the Ugh when I think of coming back home to my couch, Wifi and pizza. When you leave eSwatini to come back home, you are leaving a land of tragedy and hope to return to the land of excess and arrogance. There is something electric about a land of tragedy and hope. Part of me never wants to leave.

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I love the United States. I think it’s the greatest country on the planet. I don’t like so much what we’ve done with it. I don’t blame the country . . . I don’t even blame politics . . . I blame us for what we’ve done to us. We’ve become so content that we really have no idea what things are important in life. Our standard of living is so high, even for our poorest, that it leaves us completely out of touch with the rest of humanity.

We like to sit in our homes and solve the rest of the world’s problems, and that solution usually sounds like this . . . “They should just be more like us” . . . Almost as if we as individuals had done some great deed to earn our lifestyle . . like some decision we had made is what afforded us four TVs, a new car and pizza whenever we want . . . but we really didn’t. Sure, we go to work and earn our money, but that is no different than what most anyone else on the planet does, or wishes to do. The vast majority of us simply utilize a bounty that we were born into. We like to say that our country is blessed by God, and it certainly seems is it . . .  but I have to wonder how long that will continue when we don’t truly recognize just how blessed we are.

This is what makes me so sad about myself. I’ve been to Africa and been transformed, inspired and had my eyes opened . . . yet I still sit here thinking, “I need to hurry up and  finish this post so I can go get another couple Oreo’s before Dr Who starts”.

Compassionate Life

 

 

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