When I was working at Mt. Gilead, I came to a point when I didn't want anything to do with anything or anyone. Week after week of investing in kids who didn't care just drained me, so much that I simply didn't feel like praising God. I had been completely robbed of my joy.
However when I thought I was at my lowest, God sent me a gift. As I looked around the worship pit I noticed a young girl with down syndrome. I watched her in her to devotion to God, who she only had the simplest understanding of and realized this young woman was doing exactly what she was created for. She doesn't understand the fulness of the trinity, eternity is a word she probably has never heard, eschatology is the farthest from her mind. All she knows is that God is there and that he loves her just the way she is. And in return she loves him. She lifts her hands in the air, and occaisionally claps off beat, but there is no doubt that her affections towards the almighty ignite passion in all around her. She even revived it in me. Which made it all the more fitting that when I met her her name was Joy.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
My Inadequacy
As I lay here in my overly adorned bed looking over my photos I took of took of some starving children in Haiti, a few things began to occur to me. The first is that while I'm sitting in my overly comfortable dorm room, which by American standards are absolutely tiny, the people I had come along side there are probably fighting for survival against hunger and hurricanes. So I have enough money to decorate my room to make it "pretty", and I can put in extras like a couch and TV to make it comfortable but some of the people I gave a huge piece of my heart to don't even have enough to feed their family today. Most in fact of the community I was in could only feed their family every third day.
I can't even believe the excess I live in as a "starving college student". I eat three meals a day, I have a warm place to sleep every night (or if I turn on my AC a cool place), I even have a freaking car.
My mind keeps turning to three year old James from Haiti, he's the youngest in his family. He lives underneath a church because that's the only place his family can afford, and even though he's so little and full of life, his belly is bloated from hunger.
Sometimes I wonder where God can be in the midst of all of this. I just feel like screaming to him, "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING" and always with a gentle answer he asks in turn the very same question. Being the hands and feet of Christ we have the power to make the difference. God wants to use us a blessing to all people. As a member of the body of Christ it's my duty to not be so driven by having the right clothes and having the nicest car and the best decorated dorm room, but be driven by love and compassion for my brothers. I feel I've been so caught up in myself and my own comfort I forget about the suffering that other fellow human beings suffer.
I want to change all of this but I feel so inadequate. Where can I start? How can I help? I still don't know all of the answers, but I think it's my goal to find them and help however I can. And maybe if as a body we can unite to change things, we can see entire countries changed, and we won't have to see James eating one meal of rice every other day.
I can't even believe the excess I live in as a "starving college student". I eat three meals a day, I have a warm place to sleep every night (or if I turn on my AC a cool place), I even have a freaking car.
My mind keeps turning to three year old James from Haiti, he's the youngest in his family. He lives underneath a church because that's the only place his family can afford, and even though he's so little and full of life, his belly is bloated from hunger.
Sometimes I wonder where God can be in the midst of all of this. I just feel like screaming to him, "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING" and always with a gentle answer he asks in turn the very same question. Being the hands and feet of Christ we have the power to make the difference. God wants to use us a blessing to all people. As a member of the body of Christ it's my duty to not be so driven by having the right clothes and having the nicest car and the best decorated dorm room, but be driven by love and compassion for my brothers. I feel I've been so caught up in myself and my own comfort I forget about the suffering that other fellow human beings suffer.
I want to change all of this but I feel so inadequate. Where can I start? How can I help? I still don't know all of the answers, but I think it's my goal to find them and help however I can. And maybe if as a body we can unite to change things, we can see entire countries changed, and we won't have to see James eating one meal of rice every other day.
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