compassion

KONY2012: My Part.

I hate it when I get ahead of the game with my posts and have them done the night before, and then one day of focusing on other things throws me off. I also hate that the last sentence is probably not a well structured sentence.

Blah. Ok. So back to square one (Talk about a Negative Nancy this morning, geez).

So KONY2012… we’ve all heard about it, and I’m sure everyone that has heard about it has something to say of the matter, whether it be good or bad.

Well before I get into it, I just want to first say this (and this is not something I will do often, because normally I appreciate contrasting opinions to my own): If you have something not nice to say about KONY2012, I’d rather you just keep it to yourself as far as this post goes. I understand all the pro’s and con’s and have heard every pessimistic and cynical view in the book about the issue. But until you have a well planned and financially backed solution for the surrender of the LRA, then your negativity doesn’t do any good. I lovingly ask you not to discourage those who have the passion to at least do SOMETHING.

Ok, so now that that uncomfortable part is over… I am super excited for Cover the Night on Friday the 20th! If you haven’t seen KONY2012: Part II, I recommend you go now and watch it. The video addresses a lot of the issues that people had with the first video and goes into more detail about the plan and how we can all do something. The awareness around the world right now about this issue is incredible, and it makes the hairs on my arms stand straight up.

Something someone said in the second video really caught me. I’ve heard a lot about how we need to just stay here and take care of our own country. But one of the guys interviewed in the video talked about how Kony and his rebel army are terrorizing four countries in Africa right now. FOUR. Now according to our standards, that is a threat to the world community and calls for collective action. And personally, the argument that we need to to deal with our own country’s problems has never really made sense to me. Why not do both? The homeless guy downtown and the child being tortured in Africa are just as much my neighbors as my actual neighbor next door. We are all humans on this planet together. It is not o.k. for me to ignore the orphan and the widow in another country simply because I was born in this one. I won’t ever buy that plea, no matter how intelligent the argument may be. Another thing I like about the second video is that they specify that if you want to serve globally, you have to start locally. There’s the answer to that.

So here’s the dealio: I’ve got 250 donated KONY2012 posters that Lake City needs to see Saturday morning, the 21st. That means I need a team of people to help me put these posters up Friday night. Now this isn’t some crazy, illegal stunt that we are going to pull. This will be respectful and non-destructive action. Again, go watch the second video and see how it’s done, or watch the first if you haven’t got around to that one yet either!

Here’s where I get really vulnerable for a minute. The truth is, I am a VERY PASSIONATE person. But I am TERRIFIED of what people think of me, a struggle I am currently being stripped of right now. I know there is the chance that every one of my friends that reads this that lives in Lake City may think I am a complete fool. And if that is the case, well then I am one of millions. I’m gonna choose to be o.k. with that. I’m not special, I just want to take advantage of every chance I get to do something that involves putting my self aside.

This campaign hopefully will be an incredible, worldwide success that results in Joseph Kony’s capture. This is a chance to bring about global unity, even if it is for a few minutes. Sounds like a piece of heaven to me. There’s also the possibility that this could fail. But if that is the case, at least we can say we tried.

 

 

 

 

Man O’ War.

So one of my new year’s goals back in January was to write and record an album. This is the first season of my life where I have felt both the need and the courage to do this, so I’ve been tackling it for the past two and a half months. The process of writing has been wonderful, and it usually flows out of me when the hurricanes of a bad day hit. I didn’t originally have a plan for this album; I just knew I wanted to do it. But as I’ve written, this project has turned into a concept. I never thought I’d be the author of a concept album, because usually my writings and lyrics are so sporadic and don’t really ever flow. But as I’ve been writing, I’ve noticed a common theme, the idea that ties them all together: the sea.

I wrote this one song a month ago on Valentines day, and just recently arranged the music for it. Hopefully Daniel and I can get a rough track done soon. I’d like to share with you the song, but also the thoughts I wrote down before the lyrics came rushing out.

I imagined the idea for this song on my way home from surprising Daniel with his valentine. Earlier I had written about a deep sin struggle, and was reflecting when I thought about the time my sister got stung by a man o’ war jellyfish. I thought about how it wrapped around her body, its tentacles penetrating her skin with its thousands of anchors stuck to her and in her. When they finally got it removed, she was torn up, bloody, swollen and paralyzed. She was unable to move for two weeks. When my sister saw the jellyfish, she went after it because she thought it was a ball. She had no idea that lurking beneath the water were long, dangerous tentacles that were very harmful and potentially fatal.

I liken it to sin. Enticing and often seemingly good and harmless, we chase after something and don’t realize we are about to be consumed by it. Sin burrows into us and holds us captive. And when God decides to rid us of our parasite, we can often be left bloody, broken and barely standing. We eventually heal and come out of it stronger, wiser, more humble and exponentially more compassionate.

However, the stronger the sin, the deeper those anchors go and the more painful it is to have them pulled out. Sin equals death, so when I think about death being pulled out of us, removed by its roots, it is nothing short of a hellish sight.

I want this song to be honest and graphic. I want to take the imagination to a place that paints a realistic picture of what this process is like. In the end, it is worth every bit of pain and terror.

Like a child to a ball
Are my eyes fixed on this
As the child goes after the toy
I will lie cheat and kill to get it
Grabbing it tight
And my eyes shutter with satisfaction
This thing has swallowed me whole

Like a man o’ war anchored into my skin
Deep are the veins that fill with poison
Wrapped around me
Squeezing
Consumed

Don’t rip them out
You’ll tear at my skin
If only gently removed
You might not hurt it
Terror fills my eyes
And the pain leaves me sick
Now I sit in my massacred mess

Like a man o’ war anchored into my skin
Deep are the veins that fill with poison
Wrapped around me
Squeezing
Consumed

Like a child to your knee
Are my eyes fixed on you
I can move whole again
Battle scars were once wounds
Your hands saved me
Thanks for pulling death and I apart
Now I see through new eyes