Down the rabbit-hole I go….

June 21, 2010June 21, 20102 Comments

Ugh… That’s how I feel about it all right now. Ugh….

My head feels like it’s about to explode.

Organic it is. It’s better for me, and better for the Earth, even if it can be more pricey.

Organic it is. Then I got my first organic Red Pepper in my little local Organic buying club delivery – and it was from Holland.

Yes, Holland. As in The Netherlands.

Dark Green Below, East of Spain. North of the boot.

Reminder: I am in West Palm Beach, FL. USA… Allll the way over in the insert.

Over 4,500 miles my lil’ Red Pepper traveled.

What did my lil’ Pepper have to go through to get here from Holland?

Did it take a plane, a train, a boat, a bus?

Doesn’t all of that add up with for our “Green” footprint?

Does the 4,500 mile travel make USDA Organic “worth it”?

Is that why it costs SO MUCH MORE?!?!

And about that SO MUCH MORE… Sometimes it is reasonable. It’s not that much more. I can justify buying Organic if the cost difference is reasonable to me.

It’s healthier.

It’s better.

It’s reasonable.

But is the fact that to increase my food budget to be Organic and healthier I had to cut down my giving to help feed others, “reasonable”?

Is it “reasonable” that 1 in 6 Americans struggle with hunger?

Is it “reasonable” that there is a term of being “food-insecure” meaning not knowing where your next meal is coming from?

Is it “reasonable” that the children I work with through Urban Youth Impact go to bed hungry at night?

My lil’ Red Pepper.

It’s Organic.

And it’s given me a headache.

Ugh.

Giving Thanks Torn Nov14

November 15, 2008November 15, 2008Leave a comment

Part of me is thankful that I grew up sheltered in a nice little suburb in Ohio..

Part of me feels bad that I have been oblivious to so much, my entire life.

All of me is glad that I am involved at Urban Youth Impact.

The Stats and facts:

Giving Thanks day one america

November 4, 2008November 4, 2008Leave a comment

I saw this on a blogthat references another blog who is doing a series on what they are thankful for throughout the month of November.

I’m stealingborrowing the idea and from now until Thanksgiving I will daily Give Thanks for how God has demonstrated His goodness in my life. These wil not be in any order, just what I feel thankful for on whatever day.

Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. (James 1:17)

Today, I am thankful to be an American.

I have the freedom to worship in public, and in private without having to hide my faith, or fear death because of it.

I have clean water, a roof over my head, food in my stomach. And Internet, and TV, with cable, and a cell phone, and radio. And, And, And,

I have a military who is, and has been, protecting our rights, and lives for generations.

I have a right to vote. (Even though I couldn’t find my voters card, had to change my address when I got to the voters precinct, and didn’t research much on the ballot other than the presidential candiates and the constitutional amendment to keep marriage defined as one man and one woman.)

Race and gender no longer determine elegibility to vote.

I don’t go to bed afraid of bombings or gun fighting out side my home.

Safe roads.

Good education.

It is only by God’s grace and sovernighty that I was born in this country. I don’t take this lightly.

“Everyone who has been given much, much will be required; and to whom they entrusted much, of him they will ask all the more.” – Jesus (Luke 12:48)

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. “ – Jesus (Matthew 6:19-20)

Thankful to be in America, not only because we are blessed, but because out of these resources we can be vessels of hope for others.

May I always be thankful, but never have a heart that hoards.

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