I just finished reading Rocky Braat’s blog, a young man who is devoting his life to serving poor orphaned and abandoned children stricken with aids in India I read his blog surrounded by creature comforts in a land of plenty while our collective national preoccupation appears to be our faltering economy. I read two days following a holiday still deemed by many to be sacred in spite of the sad fact that its primary message appears to have become “buy this.” I read in my warm and cozy room, shaken once again by the profound suffering and deprivation that exists in other parts of the world, and by the spiritual poverty that threatens my own country.
Braat observes, ”very few people in the West recognize how often the white knights of citizenship, medicine, and raw, brutal wealth sweep us up in their powerful arms and bear us from the battleground of suffering. Our bank accounts, our families, our insurance policies and hospitals, our consulates and ambassadors have so often rescued us from folly and misfortune that our psyches cannot squarely contemplate the torment that is the lot of the truly poor. ”
In the midst of our pain and our shame and our debt, there are alternative stories to the “Buy Me” story so prevalent in the United States. Following is one of those alternative stories, told by activist and philanthropist, Lynn Twist.