I don't post much about movies cause I don't see too many that I like but I saw a film called God Grew Tired of Us, and it has really stuck with me. It is a documentary film about the lost boys of Sudan. In 1987 Sudan's Muslim government ordered the death of all males in the Christian south. 27,000 boys fled to Ethiopia on foot. They wandered the sub-Saharan desert for years and 12,000 survived. The film followed the story of a few of these boys who came to America, worked and tried to find lost loved ones. It also shows their perspective on American culture which is fascinating. Watching it kind of ripped my heart out to be honest but I'm glad I saw it. It was so foreign to me... the weight of their suffering, the horrors they had seen. It was sobering to think about the things that get me stressed, things like making ends meet or how we are going to pay off student loans, a disagreement with my husband or how to get Juden to stop being a maniac. I am happy to have those problems in relation to theirs. I realized how incredibly charmed my life is and how blessed beyond measure I am. I can't think about it for too long because it disturbs me, I don't deserve these blessings any more than they. It puts things into perspective that is for sure. With the awareness of the situation came this burden of longing to help in some way. Since seeing it I can not get the images out of my head. Given my circumstances I felt so helpless and so decided to pray for them every time they came to mind. I can not under estimate the power in that alone. I reccomend seeing it just to be globally aware and maybe even moved into action or prayer.
