Saturday, February 25, 2006

I'm back!

After many hours on planes, trains & automobiles, I'm back in Mississippi. The conference was great - I spent (along with about 200 other child care advocates) Thursday on Capital Hill, visiting with the staff of MS's congressional representation - yes, you heard right, folks - I met the domestic staff person (in most cases) for Senator Trent Lott, Senator Thad Cochran, Rep. Roger Wicker, Rep. Chad Pickering, Rep Bennie Thompson and Rep. Gene Taylor. Going into the day, I was preparing for my normal "I clam up when around 'important' people." I even warned my colleagues for such an event. Instead, I made the "mistake" of starting to talk about the statistics of child care in Mississippi - things I've learned by doing the advocay workshops around the state. They (colleagues) immediately decided that I was NOT going to be able to remain quiet throughout these 6 meetings. And, you know what - I did a good job. I got more comfortable at the end of the day, so even when talking to the good-looking gentlemen staffer in the last office, I was able to retain my composure and speak clearly about the importance of affordable & quality child care options for ALL families, but most especially for families of low-income. I was quite proud of myself & my colleagues for our message, even when facing 'annoyingly neutral' staffers in our most stubborn congressmen's offices.

For all of you who have NOT spent a day on Capital Hill - GET TO IT!!! It's an experience unlike any other.

Monday, February 20, 2006

A great compliment

A friend of mine from back home in Ohio - actually, my jr. high boyfriend - emailed me today & offered assistance if I want to move back to Ohio. He selfishly admitted to wanting me back closer to home - that he missed having me around.

I was struck by the honesty with which he spoke, and the healthiness of our relationship - that after all these years of being friends and barely talking - that we're STILL friends and can enjoy each other's company. So many of my guy friends faded away after the "I Do's" - no fault of anybody's, just the way it was. So it was a delight to me to still have this great friend who has been around for SO MUCH of my life - to still be able to admit that he enjoys having me around town.

I'm still not sure what I'm going to do, but the more folks that tell me they want me in a certain place sure does make me think about things differently.

Off to DC

It's 10 pm. I have consumed 2 glasses of red wine (Thanks to my brother-in-law, Matt) and am preparing to sleep well. After NOT sleeping well AT ALL last night (thanks to caffeine, an over-active mind, and situationally-appropriate upset stomach)... I am hoping to get a few hours of good sleep in. I have to get up at 4 in the morning to be ready to go to the airport by 5 am in advance of a flight at 6:35 am. My conference in DC starts at 1 pm, so I need to be there by then. (and if you could see how many typo's I've had to correct, you would see the evidence of my two glasses of wine after a night of no sleep.)

I will attempt to blog when I can, but make no promises. I'm staying with friends for the week, which thrills me. They've been kind enough to save my travel account from $180/ night hotel charges.

Hope everyone has a good week - catch ya on the flip side.

Friday, February 17, 2006

A fun Friday night...



For the first time in a long time, I spoiled myself this week. I bought things for myself that I had needed for a while. Nothing extravagent - a Brita water pitcher to encourage the drinking of water; a new lamp for my bedroom to replace the one that got broken in my move out of Biloxi; a new shower liner; new boots for my trip to Baltimore/DC next week (2 for 1 sale at Shoe Carnival!)

I even - got my hair cut. Now, if you've watched my hair progression for the last 3 years, you'll remember The Haircut From Hell. Yes - even with picture in hand, she still butchered my hair. It took - indeed - 2 years to grow out, and the only way I succeeded in undoing the damage was to grow ALL of it out - one length. I added layers last fall, but even that was a mediocre haircut.

Slightly skeptical of professionals, I skidded in on my high from buying the cute boots on sale. I gave the most vague answer EVER - "something different, but not too dramatic." She pulled out a picture - and i trusted her.

And I am ever glad. I even took a picture of myself with my digital camera (Christmas present to myself) to show you! You can see my cute apartment in the background.

I love this song

To all those whose hearts have been broken - by families, by lovers, or by friends. Each day is another day to recover and grow stronger.

Southbound TrainWords & Music By Julie Gold © 1994 Julie Gold Music, Administered By Irving Music Inc. (BMI) - recorded by Nanci Griffith

I'm sitting on a southbound train
Staring at the sky
I'm thinking of my childhood
And I'm trying not to cry
While a stranger sleeps against me
And it feels like I'm his wife
Towns and cities flutter past
Like the pages of my life

My heart is on the baggage rack
It's heavy as can be
I wish that I could find someone
Who would carry it for me
Just to pay it some attention
And to handle it with care
Because it has been dropped
And is in need of some repair

Chorus: Some things I know
Some things I guess
Some things I wish that I could learn To express
Like the way that I feel
As I stare at the sky
And I remember your voice
And the sound... of goodbye

Maybe it's the autumn...Chill
Maybe it's the rain
Maybe I should wake the stranger
And ask him his name
But, my eyes they would betray me
And my words could not defend
No, I must learn to wait my turn
Before I love again

Thursday, February 16, 2006

the night of no sleep

Last night, I think there was a conspiracy against me. It was my stomach, my cats, and a stranger - all in it together.

I went to bed relatively early for me - in bed by 10, read until 10:30. I finished off my night with a Frosted Brown Sugar Cinnamon PopTart (r) and a few swigs of tropical punch kool-aid. (it was the only non-alcoholic drink I had in the house!)

at 11:30, my stomach decided that it REALLY didn't like the contents I had swallowed an hour before, and I was up for another 45 minutes trying to convince my stomach that it had really gotten rid of everything the first three trips to the bathroom. (still wobbling on sore legs from exercising 3 days ago, so I bumped into the wall fairly rough on the first trip.)

so, i fell asleep again.

at 2:30, the stranger arrived. He P-O-U-N-D-E-D on my door several times, very quickly. I couldn't get up (again, wobbly) fast enough before he did it again. I even said "coming" and he STILL pounded a third time. By this time, Fox is looking at me like I'm the one committing the "pounding" offense, and Shadow's already at the door, trying to see who's there - 'cause we NEVER get guests.

I opened the door after putting on my robe, and was dismayed to see the Stranger there, smoking something suspicious smelling. He saw my state of dishevel, and almost backed up. He apologized and walked away.

I stumbled back to bed, and fell back to sleep, but not before my stomach could remind me that it wasn't really thrilled with me yet, and I better watch myself.

at 5:00 - 6:00, Shadow made his appearance at the Window. This is a nightly routine I'm trying to discourage him from continuing. He has, until recently, ignored the window in my room. Last weekend, I rearranged the furniture in my bedroom, and all of a sudden, the window (no more noticable than it was before) is his favorite part of the bedroom! I previously kept a sweatshirt there to discourage him from scractching at the bottom where the frame meets the window. It worked until he scratched so much the sweatshirt fell off. THEN - I put my pile of dirty sheets * duvet cover on the floor in similar "window-frame-blocking" position.

However, this only served to ELEVATE him to "now I can reach the mini-blinds" status. And so he did - from 5:00 - 6:00 this morning. He'd walk over, scratch, wake me up. I'd yell, he'd run under the bed, just far enough that I can't reach him from any side of the bed.

Repeat as necessary. I even threw my sudoku book at him once.

To no avail, he continued this trip until 6:00, which, when i saw the sun coming up and my alarm close to going off, i took action. I chased fox out of the room and then threw my pajama pants under the bed at shadow. this worked to get him out of my room. I blocked the bedroom door from any possibilities of scratching (this week, it's a sofa pillow, a blanket and a hat box)... and turned my light off and went back to sleep.

for 30 minutes before JACK FM 94.7 woke me up again.

is anyone EVER surprised when i get to work late after nights like this?

anybody want a blue russian cat? he's REAL sweet, I promise!

Forrest Gump had it right

One of the phrases that has been stuck in my mind lately (usually when I'm feeling sorry for myself) is this: this isn't the way my life was supposed to go.

Insert any variety of situations I find myself in, and the pity party is off to a great start.

3 days ago, my valentine - 6 year old Allie Kate - gave me a box of chocolates. My only valentine gift, if you don't count the valentine card from "my babies" in ohio. I was grabbing a chocolate last night as I was reheating my macaroni & cheese for dinner, bemoaning the fact that the chocolates didn't come with a "guide" to tell me which ones had good stuff inside & which ones i'd be happier avoiding.

and then it hit me - DAMN. Forrest Gump was right. life IS like a box of chocolates: you never know what you're gonna git.

and as much as i didn't want to admit it, it was kinda fun taking the risk of grabbing the first chocolate my hand landed on, and biting in with all my energy as if i knew exactly what i was getting. and you know what, it wasn't what i would have chosen, but i chewed it up, made a sour face, and got on with life.

Darn, I missed it!

I just found out that MPB (Mississippi Public Broadcasting) played a segment of My First Press Conference this morning on Morning Edition. It was a short segment, but they played part of ME speaking! The tech guys haven't archived it yet, but when they do, I'll post the link here.

Update: HE HE HE... I'm on the radio!!! http://www.mpbonline.org/news/local-news/0602-archives/documents/060216-kelly-katrinakids.mp3

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

hard things

i just called our EAP program to get referred to a counselor.

Damn, it's hard to admit i can't deal with life by myself.

My First Press Conference

Today, I was part of a press conference to speak out against FEMA's decision to discontinue payment for hotel rooms for Katrina evacuees. I was there specifically on behalf of the United Methodist Church, and since our Bishop couldn't be there, I was the next-bext-representative.

GOLLY! (yes, i'm southern now)... I was nervous. But, not 'cause I was unsure of myself or the cause. I knew I was with a group of women (plus one guy!) who were equally committed to justice, and being in such a crowd alleviates fears. I only stumbled a few times over my words - more so when I was speaking to the person from Mississippi Public Broadcasting. microphones make me nervous.

My speech: (i don't speak very well w/o notes, so this was my prepared remarks... actual content may have changed in light of the microphones in my face and the video camera/MPB reporter standing in front of me)

In the gospel accounts of jesus’ life, we are given many accounts of jesus’ love for children and his respect for persons who are the outcasts of society: the widow, the inmate, the orphan, the leper, and especially the child. It was to these people that jesus paid special attention and showed extraordinary care.

We are all familiar with the scripture in which Jesus challenges his followers to see his own likeness in what he called “the least of these” – persons who are hungry, in prison, sick, or naked.

Hurricane Katrina brought to light the outcast in our modern society: persons who are poor, persons who cannot afford their own method of evacuation, and people who have been forced to live in a hotel for the past 6 months.

It would be very easy for us as a community of faith, and individually, as people of faith, to leave these decisions to the folks in Washington, and even to the folks right down the street.

However, we have been given the moral responsibility and calling to speak out on behalf of the least of these in our own state. As United Methodists, we are urged by our heritage and discipline to work for justice on behalf of others. As people who follow the example set by Christ, we are called to create a world in which all children are empowered and enabled to grow up into the people God created them to be. For us, that means having a good school to attend, having a safe home in which to live, having food to eat when they’re hungry, having medical care when you’re sick, and having safe neighborhoods in which to play.

It is important that we continue to work for justice on behalf of God’s children in our midst, and for God’s children whom we will never meet. For if we truly believe that we are all God’s children – equally loved and cherished, then there is much work to be done – by all of us.

The worst part

The worst part about losing your best friend is ... losing your best friend. The very time I need to talk to you is the same time I can't. That is the cruelest trick of all.

Friday, February 10, 2006

my thoughts on Asbury Revival

There is, as of Monday, a revival breaking out at my alma mater, Asbury College. I will be the first to admit that I have changed since my days at Asbury, and this revival prompted me to think about those changes & how they affect my faith. This commentary was an email dialogue with a friend about my thoughts on Asbury's revival. I recognize that it may offend some classmates, but I offer it as my thoughts, and mine alone.

www.asbury.edu

...I think there was pressure when I was there (95-99) for a revival. (there was one in 1970 that apparently no one can let go of as the only sign of god's presence on the campus)

So I think it's been wanted - a public, outpouring of emotion and "disrupted life." When students don't go to classes & food has to be brought in.

But I also know how "group think" is very dominant there, and peer pressure applies to good things, too. Even young adults are susceptible to this.

I am skeptical, for mostly one reason: when we (seekers '99) were at our sophomore retreat, "revival" broke out after our Saturday night service. Folks cried, everyone stood around each other, praying & crying & "seeking" god. (in quotes 'cause that was the theme of the weekend)...

I stood there, in the midst of it all like a good classmate, thinking - I have to go to the bathroom, and I can't leave, 'cause people are touching me, and THEY'RE probably having a REAL religious experience, and I'm not really sure what the big deal is about.

And we were warm & fuzzy and "in awe of god" for about a month. And then life got back to normal, and the revival that was the sophomore class faded as we realized we still had to go to class & be young adults dealing with life.

One of the only quotes I agreed with was this: "People kept saying, 'It doesn't matter if this ends in five minutes, what matters is what we do when we leave here-how this changes us.' God has become real to me and I have a responsibility and a gift to take and share with the world."

But I think their perspective is one of evangelism and salvation, whereas I now understand the gift of God to share with the world is love-in-a-grace-type-of-way, not "repent and ye shall be saved so you can go to heaven with the rest of us" type of way.

The responsibility I see that comes from revival is prayers for justice, prayers for work on behalf of the lives that people are living, not ultimate concern for where they will spend eternity. (I guess my fear of hell has diminished greatly in 10 years.)

I think it's great that folks are sensing God's spirit and responding to it, but I don’t believe that that's a sign that God WASN'T there, or that they weren't responding before. A friend is travelig great lengths to go to Wilmore today to be a part of this. She actually said - "if the Holy Spirit won't come to me, I'll go to where he is." That made me sad, that we've associated emotions & feelings with the presence of God & the Holy Spirit. Do we not really believe "lo, I am with you always?" anymore? Do we have to have an emotional high to believe that God loves us? To believe that we have a gift for the world and a responsibility to that world? To understand the presence of the holy spirit is one that interprets our groanings and interprets our prayers for the Lord is one (for me) that doesn't require a lot of emotional connection - in fact, I trust heavily that even though I can't FEEL anything right now (shock of my current situation, I think)... I have to trust that God is as with me now as God was with me before, and I try to take comfort in that. I have to trust that the Holy Spirit hears my cries during the night and during the day, and senses the hurting in my soul, and somehow, those are turned into prayers for my current situation in life. I HAVE to trust that even though I can't pray for myself right now, the prayers of others are working in the mysterious ways that things like that happen.

I guess my question comes down to this: can we personally KNOW/FEEL/BELIEVE the presence(constant companionship) of God without an emotional high? Without the chapel revival or the campfire prayers? Without the summer camp alter call or the baptism in the lake?

Monday, February 06, 2006

Bono's Sermon at the Nationial Prayer Breakfast

Yes - it's long. Deal with it.

[RUSH TRANSCRIPT: CHECK AGAINST DELIVERED REMARKS]
If you're wondering what I'm doing here, at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I. I'm certainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather. It's certainly not because I'm a rock star. Which leaves one possible explanation: I'm here because I've got a messianic complex.
Yes, it's true. And for anyone who knows me, it's hardly a revelation.
Well, I'm the first to admit that there's something unnatural...something unseemly...about rock stars mounting the pulpit and preaching at presidents, and then disappearing to their villas in the south of France. Talk about a fish out of water. It was weird enough when Jesse Helms showed up at a U2 concert...but this is really weird, isn't it?
You know, one of the things I love about this country is its separation of church and state. Although I have to say: in inviting me here, both church and state have been separated from something else completely: their mind.
Mr. President, are you sure about this?
It's very humbling and I will try to keep my homily brief. But be warned - I'm Irish.
I'd like to talk about the laws of man, here in this city where those laws are written. And I'd like to talk about higher laws. It would be great to assume that the one serves the other; that the laws of man serve these higher laws...but of course, they don't always. And I presume that, in a sense, is why you're here.
I presume the reason for this gathering is that all of us here - Muslims, Jews, Christians - all are searching our souls for how to better serve our family, our community, our nation, our God.
I know I am. Searching, I mean. And that, I suppose, is what led me here, too.
Yes, it's odd, having a rock star here - but maybe it's odder for me than for you. You see, I avoided religious people most of my life. Maybe it had something to do with having a father who was Protestant and a mother who was Catholic in a country where the line between the two was, quite literally, a battle line. Where the line between church and state was...well, a little blurry, and hard to see.
I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays... and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God.
For me, at least, it got in the way. Seeing what religious people, in the name of God, did to my native land...and in this country, seeing God's second-hand car salesmen on the cable TV channels, offering indulgences for cash...in fact, all over the world, seeing the self-righteousness roll down like a mighty stream from certain corners of the religious establishment...
I must confess, I changed the channel. I wanted my MTV.
Even though I was a believer.
Perhaps because I was a believer.
I was cynical...not about God, but about God's politics. (There you are, Jim.)
Then, in 1997, a couple of eccentric, septuagenarian British Christians went and ruined my shtick - my reproachfulness. They did it by describing the millennium, the year 2000, as a Jubilee year, as an opportunity to cancel the chronic debts of the world's poorest people. They had the audacity to renew the Lord's call - and were joined by Pope John Paul II, who, from an Irish half-Catholic's point of view, may have had a more direct line to the Almighty.
'Jubilee' - why 'Jubilee'?
What was this year of Jubilee, this year of our Lord's favor?
I'd always read the scriptures, even the obscure stuff. There it was in Leviticus (25:35)...
'If your brother becomes poor,' the scriptures say, 'and cannot maintain himself...you shall maintain him.... You shall not lend him your money at interest, not give him your food for profit.'
It is such an important idea, Jubilee, that Jesus begins his ministry with this. Jesus is a young man, he's met with the rabbis, impressed everyone, people are talking. The elders say, he's a clever guy, this Jesus, but he hasn't done much...yet. He hasn't spoken in public before...
When he does, is first words are from Isaiah: 'The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,' he says, 'because He has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.' And Jesus proclaims the year of the Lord's favour, the year of Jubilee (Luke 4:18).
What he was really talking about was an era of grace - and we're still in it.
So fast-forward 2,000 years. That same thought, grace, was made incarnate - in a movement of all kinds of people. It wasn't a bless-me club... it wasn't a holy huddle. These religious guys were willing to get out in the streets, get their boots dirty, wave the placards, follow their convictions with actions...making it really hard for people like me to keep their distance. It was amazing. I almost started to like these church people.
But then my cynicism got another helping hand.
It was what Colin Powell, a five-star general, called the greatest W.M.D. of them all: a tiny little virus called AIDS. And the religious community, in large part, missed it. The ones that didn't miss it could only see it as divine retribution for bad behaviour. Even on children...even [though the] fastest growing group of HIV infections were married, faithful women.
Aha, there they go again! I thought to myself judgmentalism is back!
But in truth, I was wrong again. The church was slow but the church got busy on this the leprosy of our age.
Love was on the move.
Mercy was on the move.
God was on the move.
Moving people of all kinds to work with others they had never met, never would have cared to meet...conservative church groups hanging out with spokesmen for the gay community, all singing off the same hymn sheet on AIDS...soccer moms and quarterbacks...hip-hop stars and country stars. This is what happens when God gets on the move: crazy stuff happens!
Popes were seen wearing sunglasses!
Jesse Helms was seen with a ghetto blaster!
Crazy stuff. Evidence of the spirit.
It was breathtaking. Literally. It stopped the world in its tracks.
When churches started demonstrating on debt, governments listened - and acted. When churches starting organising, petitioning, and even - that most unholy of acts today, God forbid, lobbying...on AIDS and global health, governments listened - and acted.
I'm here today in all humility to say: you changed minds; you changed policy; you changed the world.
Look, whatever thoughts you have about God, who He is or if He exists, most will agree that if there is a God, He has a special place for the poor. In fact, the poor are where God lives.
Check Judaism. Check Islam. Check pretty much anyone.
I mean, God may well be with us in our mansions on the hill. I hope so. He may well be with us as in all manner of controversial stuff. Maybe, maybe not. But the one thing we can all agree, all faiths and ideologies, is that God is with the vulnerable and poor.
God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them. "If you remove the yoke from your midst, the pointing of the finger and speaking wickedness, and if you give yourself to the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then your light will rise in darkness and your gloom with become like midday and the Lord will continually guide you and satisfy your desire in scorched places."
It's not a coincidence that in the scriptures, poverty is mentioned more than 2,100 times. It's not an accident. That's a lot of air time, 2,100 mentions. (You know, the only time Christ is judgmental is on the subject of the poor.) 'As you have done it unto the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me' (Matthew 25:40). As I say, good news to the poor.
Here's some good news for the president. After 9/11 we were told America would have no time for the world's poor. America would be taken up with its own problems of safety. And it's true these are dangerous times, but America has not drawn the blinds and double-locked the doors.
In fact, you have doubled aid to Africa. You have tripled funding for global health. Mr. President, your emergency plan for AIDS relief and support for the Global Fund - you and Congress - have put 700,000 people onto life-saving anti-retroviral drugs and provided 8 million bed nets to protect children from malaria.
Outstanding human achievements. Counterintuitive. Historic. Be very, very proud.
But here's the bad news. From charity to justice, the good news is yet to come. There is much more to do. There's a gigantic chasm between the scale of the emergency and the scale of the response.
And finally, it's not about charity after all, is it? It's about justice.
Let me repeat that: It's not about charity, it's about justice.
And that's too bad.
Because you're good at charity. Americans, like the Irish, are good at it. We like to give, and we give a lot, even those who can't afford it.
But justice is a higher standard. Africa makes a fool of our idea of justice; it makes a farce of our idea of equality. It mocks our pieties, it doubts our concern, it questions our commitment.
Sixty-five hundred Africans are still dying every day of a preventable, treatable disease, for lack of drugs we can buy at any drug store. This is not about charity, this is about justice and equality.
Because there's no way we can look at what's happening in Africa and, if we're honest, conclude that deep down, we really accept that Africans are equal to us. Anywhere else in the world, we wouldn't accept it. Look at what happened in South East Asia with the tsunami. 150,000 lives lost to that misnomer of all misnomers, "mother nature." In Africa, 150,000 lives are lost every month. A tsunami every month. And it's a completely avoidable catastrophe.
It's annoying but justice and equality are mates. Aren't they? Justice always wants to hang out with equality. And equality is a real pain.
You know, think of those Jewish sheep-herders going to meet the Pharaoh, mud on their shoes, and the Pharaoh says, "Equal?" A preposterous idea: rich and poor are equal? And they say, "Yeah, 'equal,' that's what it says here in this book. We're all made in the image of God."
And eventually the Pharaoh says, "OK, I can accept that. I can accept the Jews - but not the blacks."
"Not the women. Not the gays. Not the Irish. No way, man."
So on we go with our journey of equality.
On we go in the pursuit of justice.
We hear that call in the ONE Campaign, a growing movement of more than 2 million Americans...Left and Right together... united in the belief that where you live should no longer determine whether you live.
We hear that call even more powerfully today, as we mourn the loss of Coretta Scott King - mother of a movement for equality, one that changed the world but is only just getting started. These issues are as alive as they ever were; they just change shape and cross the seas.
Preventing the poorest of the poor from selling their products while we sing the virtues of the free market...that's a justice issue. Holding children to ransom for the debts of their grandparents...that's a justice issue. Withholding life-saving medicines out of deference to the Office of Patents...that's a justice issue.
And while the law is what we say it is, God is not silent on the subject.
That's why I say there's the law of the land¿. And then there is a higher standard. There's the law of the land, and we can hire experts to write them so they benefit us, so the laws say it's OK to protect our agriculture but it's not OK for African farmers to do the same, to earn a living?
As the laws of man are written, that's what they say.
God will not accept that.
Mine won't, at least. Will yours?
[ pause]
I close this morning on...very...thin...ice.
This is a dangerous idea I've put on the table: my God vs. your God, their God vs. our God...vs. no God. It is very easy, in these times, to see religion as a force for division rather than unity.
And this is a town - Washington - that knows something of division.
But the reason I am here, and the reason I keep coming back to Washington, is because this is a town that is proving it can come together on behalf of what the scriptures call the least of these.
This is not a Republican idea. It is not a Democratic idea. It is not even, with all due respect, an American idea. Nor it is unique to any one faith.
'Do to others as you would have them do to you' (Luke 6:30). Jesus says that.
'Righteousness is this: that one should...give away wealth out of love for him to the near of kin and the orphans and the needy and the wayfarer and the beggars and for the emancipation of the captives.' The Koran says that (2.177).
Thus sayeth the Lord: 'Bring the homeless poor into the house, when you see the naked, cover him, then your light will break out like the dawn and your recovery will speedily spring fourth, then your Lord will be your rear guard.' The Jewish scripture says that. Isaiah 58 again.
That is a powerful incentive: 'The Lord will watch your back.' Sounds like a good deal to me, right now.
A number of years ago, I met a wise man who changed my life. In countless ways, large and small, I was always seeking the Lord's blessing. I was saying, you know, I have a new song, look after it¿. I have a family, please look after them¿. I have this crazy idea...
And this wise man said: stop.
He said, stop asking God to bless what you're doing.
Get involved in what God is doing - because it's already blessed.
Well, God, as I said, is with the poor. That, I believe, is what God is doing.
And that is what he's calling us to do.
I was amazed when I first got to this country and I learned how much some churchgoers tithe. Up to 10% of the family budget. Well, how does that compare with the federal budget, the budget for the entire American family? How much of that goes to the poorest people in the world? Less than 1%.
Mr. President, Congress, people of faith, people of America:
I want to suggest to you today that you see the flow of effective foreign assistance as tithing.... Which, to be truly meaningful, will mean an additional 1% of the federal budget tithed to the poor.
What is 1%?
1% is not merely a number on a balance sheet.
1% is the girl in Africa who gets to go to school, thanks to you. 1% is the AIDS patient who gets her medicine, thanks to you. 1% is the African entrepreneur who can start a small family business thanks to you. 1% is not redecorating presidential palaces or money flowing down a rat hole. This 1% is digging waterholes to provide clean water.
1% is a new partnership with Africa, not paternalism toward Africa, where increased assistance flows toward improved governance and initiatives with proven track records and away from boondoggles and white elephants of every description.
America gives less than 1% now. We're asking for an extra 1% to change the world. to transform millions of lives - but not just that and I say this to the military men now - to transform the way that they see us.
1% is national security, enlightened economic self-interest, and a better, safer world rolled into one. Sounds to me that in this town of deals and compromises, 1% is the best bargain around.
These goals - clean water for all; school for every child; medicine for the afflicted, an end to extreme and senseless poverty - these are not just any goals; they are the Millennium Development goals, which this country supports. And they are more than that. They are the Beatitudes for a globalised world.
Now, I'm very lucky. I don't have to sit on any budget committees. And I certainly don't have to sit where you do, Mr. President. I don't have to make the tough choices.
But I can tell you this:
To give 1% more is right. It's smart. And it's blessed.
There is a continent - Africa - being consumed by flames.
I truly believe that when the history books are written, our age will be remembered for three things: the war on terror, the digital revolution, and what we did - or did not to - to put the fire out in Africa.
History, like God, is watching what we do.
Thank you. Thank you, America, and God bless you all.