Saturday 13.03.2010 1800
I am unsettled in my spirit. This morning I was walking, knee-deep in garbage coming face to face with hopelessness, poverty and oppression. Tonight I find myself about 30 minutes away from Happy Land driving down streets that resembles Time Square in NY City. High rise condominiums tower over me. Rich bars, dance clubs, 5 star restaurants and hotels surround me on all sides. “Yeah, this is the part of town that all the famous people visit; like Kobe Bryant comes to this bar/dance club when he escapes to the Philippines.” says the daughter of our missionary contact as she points off to the left. My stomach churns as I think about what I just experienced previously that day.
How can I be in the same country, much less the same city?!
How is it that the rich keep getting richer while the poor keep getting poorer?
How is that heads turn without second thought?
How is it that the rich keep getting richer while the poor keep getting poorer?
How is that heads turn without second thought?
Children die of wound infections, the common cold, and diarrhea and no one takes notice, no one cares?
How is it that water is supplied in abundance in one part of the city, while 30 minutes a way clean water is of the imagination?
How is it that I was walking down streets of excrement this morning and now there is not a trace of litter anywhere?
How?! Why God?! Don’t you see this?! Do you not care?! What are you going to do about it?! Why don’t you fix this?! You are a God of Justice right?! God used the mouth of my fellow teammate to answer me . . .
Kristen, don’t you see?! I am moving. I am working. I do care. This is what I am doing, I sent you. I sent your team to tell them about me, to inspire change, to bring healing, to release my Spirit. You are the body of Christ, are you not? You are my hands and feet, are you not? You are my lips and my heart, are you not? You have the mind of Christ and the power of the Holy Spirit, do you not?
There is no Plan B.
The church is my solution. . . .
come on bride of Christ! I plead with you. . .
LET’S RISE UP!
