What happens the day before one leaves on a trip for Ghana, West Africa, you wonder? It’s all about having a list and not getting it done. It about being pre-occupied with one’s emotions to make any good use of your quickly fading time. THIS is the experience of running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Embrace it.
I’m giving myself permission to feel the ups and downs of leaving family, friends and a “comfortable place” behind (not comparing Ghana to Canada here, just comparing the plane to my couch) and pursuing adventure and discomfort (OK, here I’m going to mention that it’s 40 degrees Celsius in Bolgatanga).
I’ll even write it on my To Do List: emote… and blog about it.
Since I’m not using my time productively anyway, may I use this page as a landing place for the things swirling around my head? Kthanks.
- I’m curious about the results of the KONY2012 Cover the Night campaign. I’ll admit that I’m guilty of bandwagonism. The Invisible Children viral video pulled at my heart-strings. What can we do?! I wondered at the desperate situation. Only to be reprimanded by the critics for being so naive for believing wholeheartedly in a 30-minute clip. Then when Jason Russell lost his mind a little bit, I felt even more duped. Then when smarter people than me started telling me “the truth” about Invisible Children, I got confused. Are there 30,000+ child soldiers or around 100? Is Kony in Uganda or elsewhere? Is this currently a threat to innocent children or not? Kony2012 fatigue started to spread as quickly as its fame. My faithful activist friends are still covering their Facebook profiles, but I saw only a couple 81/2 x 11 posters around town this weekend. I can barely find media on that which took the world by storm. What the hey? There are definitely lessons to be learned here about human nature. We put a lot, a lot, a lot into promo and advertising, but follow up is severely lacking. Perhaps that is the scale of authenticity – how do we report back? Also, we love to be inspired, a good movie, a good book, a good campaign, but how often does that translate into action? The bad news is, we’re all a little more cynical.
- For full disclosure, I just found the follow up video from Invisible Children which says, “You made Kony famous,” except I don’t believe them – in the ideology or the success.
- I wish John-Mark would stop singing Don Henley’s “Last Worthless Evening.” It’s just 10 days.
- As you know, Jen Hatmaker’s, book 7 gave me a kick in the pants to evaluate the priorities in my life. Or rather, re-align them to pursue more of God, less of me. Tomorrow I’m travelling back to the place that challenged me to trust God fully. This time, I know that destination well, I’m a little more competent, I’ll have to work harder to let God lead. But I don’t want this spiritual journey to be about a physical place, that I have to go to Ghana to feel a certain way. True transformation would change me no matter where I happen to be. But it was a catalyst and it will be a good reminder. I expect to blog about it while I’m there. The Lord can be trusted.
- One of the things you think about when you’re leaving to go on an adventure is how you will access the things you require on a daily basis at home, e.g. make-up, hugs, Diet Coke. You either go without or find a reasonable facsimile to help you cope. I know that Diet Coke will not be within reach as it is here, but I do know that they have Coke and Pepsi aplenty, so I’ll get my caffeine. That means it won’t be a difficult trip for me or those I’m travelling with. I’ll report back on the make-up and hugs, but the aforementioned 40-degree weather forces one to reassess one’s needs.
- Speaking of those I’m travelling with, I’m going to Ghana with two self-described “crunchy mamas.” They love health food, cloth diapers and saving the world. They have seen me drink Diet Coke twice and both times I’ve felt incredibly guilty. They are now going to witness the reality of my daily consumption and I’ll just have to convince them that it’s necessary. How else am I going to clean the rusty nails in my body?
- I remember reading the science fiction novel, Dune, as an adolescent and being horrified about the characters’ dependence on the desert planet’s addictive spice. They could only go so long before they had to consume it. They exported it and they exploited it. It was a depressing scenario. If that were true in reality, we would just make a great feel-good ad campaign about how beneficial the spice is for your social life and you could almost be grateful for the addiction. I’d like to buy the world a Coke and keep it company.