Two mornings ago at Morning Prayer, one of us read the "wrong" reading, according to the Lectionary, moving us back a couple of chapters in 2 Corinthians, back into the place where Paul speaks so eloquently about the need for reconciliation, about God making his appeal through us, God's ambasadors. The Spirit clearly had a different agenda than the creators of the Lectionary, for this reading opened up among us a discussion of the solidarity and helplessness we feel with the women in the Sudan and in refugee camps in Chad, whose lives are in peril. These women fear rape and murder even in the camps that are supposed to offer them refuge.
We discussed their plight, agreed that they are our sisters and when they are hurting, WE are hurting. But we also felt like there was so little we could do from where we sit. We remember them, we tell their stories, we pray for them. What if we wrote letters to the US Ambassador to Chad? Where could we send money and be sure that it would make a positive difference? How do we support women and children here in our county and support women and children half a world away? What has happened to those men that they think they can treat women this way? How do we not just feel ourselves to be "fat cows of Bashan" here?
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