I could restate the enormity of this subject with mathematics, and charts, but let’s huddle up to the principles involved. The end-resulting facts need no clarification by numbers and trend charting. It is very clear, some care, some do not. The shocking evidence is in the pudding, and few like the taste of intolerance. The bitter truth is many of our problems are obscured deep within our self.
My intolerance fueled by ignorance consistently sneaks up on my blind side tweaking my nose with a total lack of comprehension. Intolerance has eternally plagued humanity with its trickery and deceit. It is common, so very common that is accepted without consternation, as aging or gravity, but it is not. It is the confidant of hate. My intolerance really irritated me once I recognized it.
Feeding billions of starving people across dangerous treks of evil-dominated badlands is a bigger challenge than it sounds. That may sound strange, but once the personal interviews and affirmations of faith came in it was obviously true. I finally understood that until I face the danger, and feel the pain, I will not know how difficult the mission is.
The people who are the few:
Although the book is packed with heroes feeding the starving, they are vastly outnumbered by the apathetic, to the point that out of frustration I opened a Facebook site dedicated titled “Apathy, it makes people say the darnedest things”.
Once again, I supplied myself with an epiphany. I found my ignorance supporting the root evil that hides in intolerance’s skirts, hate. The hate is as infectious as the “Black Plague” and is prevalent when people are offended by other’s priorities and beliefs. The quest to understand the sin of Apathy is a witch-hunt, people believe as they wish. Intolerance is the bully using duress to change minds, and its complicity fostering hate is shameful.
I am an author, not an ordained minister, nor an evangelizing missionary. Fortunately, I can see my own errors, and through that can learn to avoid repeating them. Hate grabbed me by the brain searching my soul for the off button. It plagued me with frustration-born anger and caused me to vent, and like a cough during flu season, spread to others in my circle of life. Between the injustices abroad and the political upheaval at home, I felt frustration, but the bully pulpit I considered mounting was repulsive, but I saw the error of my ways. I thank God I stopped the nonsense.
Enough of my self-chastising banters; the story is about humanity and not me, the real facts are clear.
We have an amazing group that has a mission, and it is their lives work ending the suffering. Huge food producers and their army of distributors work around the world and here in the United States. We have evangelizing missionaries spreading the message they see as vital, and lifesaving. They are an example of why someone faces discomfort, danger, and even death to feed the starving. One of the rewards I harvested is that my research put me in touch with many of these missionaries, and even the evangelist at home. I learned making bibles feeds starving people, go figure. Hindsight knocked the bliss out my ignorance, the entire effort is concerted, and all of its components, large and small, are vital to the mission.
We have national and international government organizations working towards the goal of feeding starving masses in critical danger zones, the most dangerous. These groups have a large list of volunteer’s who lost their lives for offering a hand. We have people joining the effort secularly as well and they care too. I will embrace the good, such that it is. This army has the donors, large and small, fueling the troops. Just when I thought I found somebody to look down my nose at I find a giant group of the world’s top 1% wealthiest fueling efforts because they care. Now I have completed the study I recognize my ignorance-powered intolerance.
Objectivity is a writer’s true power tool and cannot be left at home while we toil, it must but be used. In the end, I am glad I bite my tongue, and curb my quill. The biggest lesson I have learned before, but time erodes the clarity of my knowledge. Sharing is a privilege, and believe me when I say that it was a privilege to share this with you. May the world become intolerant only of intolerance and knock the bliss out of ignorance. Please check out many of the organizations that inspire me to share with you at this sites “What is this all about” page and expect new contributions of blog on “About”.