On the radio on the way to church one morning the DJ played an old hymn sung in a new way. “When peace like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billow roll; whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well with my soul…†(It Is Well with My Soul, Horatio G. Spafford, 1873). I love that hymn, but I had an immediate sense of conflict.
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Recently I heard a speaker at the library talking about the continuing genocide in the Sudan. In the 1980s a “civil†war broke out which was quite one-sided, with the government having modern military weapons and the Dinka people of the south of the country having sticks, spears and knives. The invading government troops had orders to kill the men, and to take the women and older girls as slaves. The soldiers also had orders to destroy Dinka property to leave the land void and ready for oil exploration; so, they burned the homes and barns. Those children
who were fast enough to avoid being burned in their homes were left alone, wandering and lost. The government’s actions amounted to genocide and the “war†continued until early in this century when the United Nations somewhat successfully brought the “sides†to the peace table. Meantime a drought was occurring in much of the country. The region of Sudan called Darfur became the next battleground as the government troops were ordered to take control of Darfur’s water supplies. Again, the tactics of war resembled genocide, including mass killings and the leveling of properties belonging to citizens of Darfur. In 2005 a comprehensive peace treaty was enforced by the United Nations, but periodically the Sudanese government flexes its muscles and refuses to allow the world aid organizations to help feed the Dinka and Darfur region people who languish in refugee camps in the south of Sudan. At the present time only the Catholic and Lutheran charities are being allowed to help, but they can not receive supplies because the country’s only airport is closed to relief supplies of all types. Once again people are starving.
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Do you see my dilemma? I hear a beautiful uplifting hymn about peace attending my soul, but the sorrows of the Dinka and Darfur people were still rolling in; not rolling like sea billows, steadily moving to and fro, but like the angry waves of a hurricane, drowning my soul with despair and leaving me with a decision to make as to how to proceed. Here is what I am going to do, and I invite you to join me.
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Let’s go together and listen to the Lost Boy’s of Sudan tell their story on October 8 at 7pm in the auditorium of Avon High School. After the program I invite the TFG-ACCtions members to help me collect funds for the refugee’s of Sudan.
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And I invite all of the members of the youth group and the church to consider a response to the refugee crisis around the world. Voices are needed to move the world to action, money is needed to educate refugees and to provide water and food.
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Hope to see you all there, Mr. V