awareness, diet changes & a january's life

For the past two months, a small group of folks (the executive leadership team of my school’s chapter of Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship) including myself have been toiling over organizing an awareness campaign on human trafficking; sex slavery and bonded labour slavery. It’s been a lot of fun, and there’s been tears, feelings of discomfort, laughs, and a lot of texting each other to remind one another of what we said we’d be responsible for.
Next week, our two day event takes place, two days set up in an area near our university’s cafeteria, ending with a speaker coming from International Justice Mission at night on how bystanders have an obligation to stop human rights violations. This speaker very conveniently happens to be closely related to me.
We are all really excited, and I’m using this lead up time to re-examine my intentions and just pray a lot. I find myself rolling over in bed, petitioning God, asking that people’s heart will be open, and softened to fellow humans caught in slavery. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the end.
I find it easy to want to put myself on a pedestal since I’m organizing something of substance, instead of organizing a party, or something. But that’s not the point, and those intentions are despicable. I hope they completely disappear.

I’ve become a vegan for two weeks, it’s an experiment, and I’m having fun. I’m missing cheese, for sure, though.

I’ve been listening to this album a lot,

 

I’m reading this book,

 

 

 

and I’ve been watching this film more than once.