Colonization, an Old Sid Meier’s Game In the case that you don’t have a clue what this image is—and most of you, if not all, won’t—it’s a screenshot from a really old computer game called Colonization, a Sid Meier’s game. A game that I used to play and enjoy. You got to be a colonial nation, bring Christianity to the heathens, burn Incan cities to the ground for gold and war with other Europeans. Great fun.

It’s funny how life comes full circle. Or is it a half circle? Colonization takes up a lot of my mind. I think about it all the time. Yesterday, I briefly talked about the documentary God Grew Tired of Us. A film that focuses on three Sudanese men who were refugees—part of the group labeled as the Lost Boys of Sudan—and made there way out of Sudan, to Kenya and, ten years later, to America. There are sections of sadness, humor, loneliness and triumph.

There is a great section when they first get to America and everything is so new to them. They have to learn how to flip a switch on/off, how the fridge works, how the toilet works. There is a brilliant moment where one of the men is mashing up crackers with the handle of a hammer in a kettle, then he pours milk in and puts it on the stove. It’s funny. It’s supposed to be. It also makes us realize how much we take for granted.

I said there were lots of different emotions. I didn’t feel any of them. Not really. At times, it was like watching a really long World Vision commercial. And all I can do is shutoff. There are a lot of emotions I can ignore. A lot I have trained myself to ignore. But, as soon as colonization was mentioned, I couldn’t ignore it. Then I knew, then I felt it—guilt.

Britain leaves the Sudan and instead of breaking up the Muslim north and Christian south they leave the split country to fight it out. And they do. Which, in turn, creates the necessity for this film.

As a white man, with an English heritage, I bear the sins and curses of my father and mothers before me. Maybe, you’d be tempted to say, Rhett, you are not responsible. I say, fine, throw out the few drops of Welsh blood in me. I am still the child of the richest, most powerful continent in the world. With the power to do anything. I am, we are, guilty of Rwanda, Sudan, Darfur, etc. We are guilty of destroying this planet in every way we can imagine.

Isn’t it weird to think that while living in one of the most powerful countries in the world that I feel completely powerless. Like being in a room of people and being lonely.

I have to say, however, that guilt is not the worst thing. I can live with guilt. I can’t live with the idea that there is no one to forgive me. I’m not talking about Jesus here. How do I apologize to Africa for my part in what has been done to them? How do I apologize to India, China or South America?

It’s a great movie. At the very least, we are called to action. Get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’.