Moo Lah

Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse
Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless
Tha masked ones cap one
NAFTA comin' with tha new disaster
And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kin
Are comin' back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns
So here they come one by one them killers of the new frontier
Occupy, causin' fear, come on
Wit the wind below

Flip this capital eclipse
They bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark it
From the FINCAS overseers, to them vultures playin' markets
She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl
She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal
The tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathes
She is the wind below

And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
While the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you
Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image in you
And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth
And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
And Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC's new thrill rides of trials and lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south

- Rage Against the Machine "The Wind Below"

I am sick of the media and all the freaking out about money. We, as a country (myself included), didn't give a damn about the rest of the world or do anything about it when our policies of NAFTA, IMF, WTO, etc raped the third world. Now we are beginning to see how the global south suffered. But our suffering does not compare to theirs. Sixteen percent unemployment may be a recession, but our infrastructure is not collapsing, our children are not starving, our government has not been overthrown by a foreign puppet dictator, and the basis of our economy has not been ravaged by international policy.

I am not saying that they have a worse life than we do, what I am saying is that we as a body of believers ignored God's calling to "act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." (Micah 6:8) I am not a global policy influencer, I am not rich, I am not a leader. What I am is a man, created in the image of God, who believes that this world is worth saving.

I am sick of the complaining because I believe that we, as Christians, have it in our heads that God owes us. God doesn't owe me anything. He gave me the only gift that matters: Grace. Everything else is just details. Look at Job. He lost everything except his relationship with the Creator God. He finally realized that it was enough. I wish the story had ended there. It doesn't matter that he got everything back twofold. I am not storing up treasures in Heaven, my treasure is the consistent and unfailing love of the God that created me.

That is not to say I do not enjoy or appreciate the extraneous gifts He has given me. I like them, a lot; but they are extraneous. The challenge for me is to continue to see everything outside of Grace as an enjoyable but unecessary experience and to share that enjoyable experience with the world around me.