Oasis Church Los Angeles

Oasis
"Oasis"

by David HAS. beat up



'O-has-if - (Greek) a fertile place in the desert, because of the water presence'

-New Webster World-wide Dictionary



During the 1980 and 1990 I traveled completely considerably. In the time crossing 1987 to 2001, I crossed the oceans (Atlantic and Peaceful) about thirty times. I visited more than twenty foreign countries, a lot onceer. While I had certainly someone strange experiences, I never met an only circumstance that truly felt threatening. Since 2001, when I landed first on the Corfou, I was not once island. If I suppose that the one can tire from ecstasy, also.



These days, of my sedentary seat here on this small oasis in the Med, I cannot help the thought that the world changed a lot during the last one twenty years. As I said, in the past of time I traveled without reserves to the country after the country, and without the incident, but I fear that the negotiable world grew smaller during the passed fifteen years. Because of the political one, or the religious conflict, or the famine, or the disease, or which-has you, I find of less in less than places that I could travel to in the comfort, confidence and the security.



For example: The Middle East seems the intention on to woo Armageddon; hundred people by the day die in Iraq by the violence; the workers of innocent assistance are cut down to Sri lanka; Islamic Fundamentalism resumes north Africa, the Filipines, Indonesia; Aids deprived the African entire continent of two and maybe three generations; the violence and the famine ravage Darfor; the Balkans, although especially calm, are now always a little risked; only a government of strong arm in stifles a religious/cultural explosion; Great Britain, France and Germany all have the problems of serious immigration; and in my house country (WORE) the alphabetizing level in the city of Straits fell to the under of fifty percent, less than thirty percent of all secondary school students in Los Angeles advances indeed, New Orleans was left to rot Reek of, the sewer goes rancid, and a third of all children Treating (doped) with Ritalin (or the other drugs, psychoactifs and brain shrinking) to the principal current their behavior (the ultimate price is the imagination neutralization!). During this time, we cross our lives of the privileged wests under the constant supervision of junkie video. The this is the prodigy that I did not leave this small one "oasis" for more than five years now?



While moved away in some respects, Corfou certainly is not cut world-wide events. CNN comes beats by my TV clarifyes as the church bell I hear every morning. But as most of the inhabitants of the west, I suppose, the disastrous painted event drone daily on the new ones washes on me as an Ionian wave. A big plouf that backs up without the true impact. The famine can be soaring in Africa, and the half the people of the world can live on less than two dollars by the day, but here on Corfou, this small oasis in the Med, the life movements on in a kind of bucolic wonder. In order not to say that we has not any problem here, but of degree of current all is, the this is not?

Maybe I am locked in a bubble here. And maybe spread it of such disastrous events is lost on me as I gladden in the sun, eat Feta, and the debate if the Euro were good for Greece. On the Corfou, we the female dog and the decrease groan in tourism, but us to allow it to do facing, thirty years ago harvests it in cash here the olives, not the tourists. All in all, the Corfou is an oaisis, a fertile place in the inequality desert, the conflict and intolerance. How very happy we are in our blindness!