“We have too many Christians discussing the evils of global corporations while sitting in Starbucks, and they don’t see the irony” -Peter Rollins
My wife and I are trying to explore a few intentional steps to live more simply and sustainably. We are eating more simply, using less energy, biking where we can to cut fuel usage. It’s been a blessing so far. I live in the Hillcrest district of Little rock, and I love it. I’ve been biking more, and feeling the need for caffeine, I rode to The Station this morning to supplement my addiction. The Station is a small grocery/café that sells all organic and/or locally grown products. And while I love me some Starbucks, the “green” in me was feeling the need to tap a locally owned business today. The coffee is better, anyways. It got me thinking.
I recently finished this picture of Trendy Guy with his trendy skinny jeans talking on his trendy cell phone while pumping gas into his trendy, petroleum-guzzling SUV. He is starring at African Soldier Child who bears his big smile and AK-47 with three clips duct-taped together… better for the killing of many other children today. The point is that while the two would never see each other in this world, they are more related that either would imagine. Most Americans are, at best, only tacitly aware of the relation of petroleum to African tribal violence, and concordantly unaware of how many children are swept up into the fray of warring factions to dominate control of fuel. Similarly, cell phone parts are mined from ore mines which are also controlled by warring militias. Injustice to children so often sweeps the industry that makes our trendy clothes. I drew this picture of a child from a pic online; he is an actual child soldier, and he may already be dead. The Trendy Guy I copied from is most certainly still alive. As a shot at myself (who drives a petroleum-using car and took this picture with my iPhone with parts mined from fought-over areas in Africa), Trendy Guy has a “Save Darfur” bumper sticker on the back of his SUV, implying our incognizant complicity in the very things we are against in our cheap words. It would be hard to drive a gas-guzzler is we understood the relation of oil, al Qaeda, politics, religion, and African violence. The picture is about Trendy Guy’s ignorance, but it is really about my own hypocrisy and injustice. Because these luxuries, albeit near certain necessities in America, are still pictures of injustice.
Oil is not inherently a bad thing; neither are global corporations making our coffee, clothes, cell phones, and vehicles. But where there is much wealth, there is a great temptation for injustice to emerge against those whom we marginalize with ease. And what can we really do? Because my biking to The Station will do practically nothing to stop a global cycle of injustice. It’s true, but at least I removed myself from the cycle of injustice this morning in a few, very small ways. It’s healthy for the soul. I’m still wearing clothes made buy who-knows-who, and typing on a MacBook with parts mined from who-knows-where (more tacit complicity), but I can try.
I cannot stop injustice entirely, but I can take small steps toward participating less in the cycle. I believe the God of the oppressed would have us do what we can to take that road toward simplicity and justice. We will do what we can to save the world from the soul’s great sin of indifference.

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