The thing is you don’t see life change. It’s gradual. But we all change. Through circumstances. Through life experience. Through others.
I’d prefer to see it. Watch it unfold like a good movie. But in grace He works silently. Maybe slowly.
Could today be any more beautiful? White beaches, clear water, our boys throwing ball with Compassion kids. The hurting collide with the hurting and there enters grace.
Yes, let’s take away the poverty. Let’s take away the filth. Let’s take away all this pain. What if the world didn’t have hungry children who were counting on our measly $38 a month? What if they were all well fed, well clothed, well housed? What if every child was safe?
But they aren’t. And we can’t fix it all. Is that an excuse not to try?
I’ve been wrestling with the fact that our personal giving affected our ability to pay for our trip. It made me come to you. To ask the body for help.
Could it be that our giving opened up a chance for more giving? For more reliance on our part? For the body to become more of the body?
I can’t change the world. I can’t even change myself.
But God forbid we use the too big excuse not to try. Not to open our hands and say, Okay, God.
I’ve got no answers. Only a confidence that Christ came to love and serve. How can I call myself a Christian-a “little Christ” if I’m not doing the same?
Make me more and more and more willing, Father!
“Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions, and give to the needy. Provide yourselves with moneybags that do not grow old, with a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” (Luke 12:32-34)
(Post written in the Dominican)