Hard Rubbish Day

It happens twice a year.
Today is the day.
Our streets are lined with piles of stuff no longer wanted.
There are TVs, computers, beds, mattresses, sound systems, BBQs, tables, chairs, (I haven't seen monkeys yet!) but there seems to be everything else no longer needed.
Throw it out, make room for the newer, our economy is geared to it.
I must do my part
Here is a picture of my contribution


I have come in for a rest after a burst of frenetic energy, I don't throw things out easily.
I know what I will do I will read my friend Michael's report of his time spent along the border of Myanmar(Burma) and Thailand.
Oh dear, it appears that I am not living in the real world at all. Micheal's report tells about people being persecuted, living in fear of torture and death makes me feel a little ashamed. You can read a little about conditions there by visiting
www.cswoz.org
An excerpt from Michael's report:- ....predators, who generate a fear that will not go away, may at any time may suddenly announce their presence with a rifle crack, or an obscene request that cannot be refused.

On 27th February, representing Christian Solidarity Worldwide, I was
assigned to a country town near the Thai-Burma border to interview a
party of so-called ‘new arrivals’, who were in transit to a refugee camp. I
met about 25 people, aged downwards from about 60 years to a baby so
small, that it must have hardly been born when the mother was forced to
run for her life, then tramp.

They had tramped in fear for over a month. They were Christians,
Baptists, country folk accustomed to uncomplicated lives in quiet surroundings.
Somehow in the confusion they had found each other, and having been forced
from their homes they had negotiated a circuitous route through
the jungle and across the mountains, to an unknown border crossing and
contacted people who could help them.

Michael says later the the woman with the baby was not the mother, the mother had been shot.
Meanwhile, back in comfortable Rowville I am trying to reconcile the fact that I have a safe and comfortable life here, while elsewhere children of God are living in deploring situations where even life itself is despaired of.
I turn on the TV and my country is obsessed with how many gold medals it can win in the commonwealth games!
It is written somewhere
"MARANATHA (the Lord comes)

Even so
"Come Lord Jesus"