I'm Feeling Tinkish

There was a song when I was in High School sung by the Kingston Trio. The first line went “They’re rioting in Africa” and it goes on to delineate all the troubles of the world. For those who are wondering the year was 1963. I have not written since the pork party because, frankly the news sucks. Although I am delighted to announce that the pork revelers did consume all 40 lbs. of the succulent meat.

The World Cup, which was supposed to bring people together, and how excited we, who work and live in Africa, were that it was held on African soil, became for me another tragedy when people were killed in Uganda just watching the game. I don’t know if I totally believe in terrorists per se, but I do know what hatred looks like. I have seen it up close and personal, so I was totally saddened by the massacre. And I wonder if we have become so numb to the tragedies that they just pass us by.

I know for several weeks I couldn't watch the news because I couldn't stand looking at all the oil sodden animals, and thinking of them dying. Now the news shouts that people have moved on from Haiti. It's sort of like the tragedy of the week. I am grateful for all those who stick by me and help me in Kenya, since it has been 9 years now, and believe it or not we haven' t solved the problem. 

I suspect I don’t have to do the entire litany of dreadful things happening, Arizona, Tea Party, Gulf War, Gulf Pollution…yeah on and on. So I was hoping that I could be like Tinkerbell and just spread some fairy dust around. I wish I could make it all go away, but that wouldn’t be God’s world. But I do feel very Tinkish right now.

It says on my message on my phone: “Courage Doesn’t Always Roar. Sometimes it is the quiet voice at the end of a day saying,” I will try again tomorrow”. So let’s all try.

And for those who want to hear the song here it is: