As I was doing chores on the farm this morning, I became increasingly frustrated with the 3 inch crack on the bottom of my boot. I was careful to avoid stepping in manure because the thought of having it ooze through the crack and touch my sock was pretty disgusting.
Suddenly, an image flashed in my mind. Children I'd seen in the slums of Kenya nearly 3 years ago. Barefoot. In sewage. Running, walking, playing – in streets and alleys where, in some places, it was impossible to not step in human waste.
But here I was, inwardly bickering because my boot had a crack in it. A question creeped its way into my mind…
Why do I have shoes and not them? Why did God give me shoes, but the majority of the world has to go without? Why is God okay with people not having shoes, homes, access to clean water, food, medicine, etc. (essentials that I take for granted)?
But the answer came. The answer I know is true.
God is not okay with it.
In fact, he is more saddened at the sight of poverty than I ever could be.
We question God's character, but we know his character. God walked on this earth. Have we so quickly forgotten Jesus and all he stood for? This morning I remembered what Jesus spent his life doing – and I pictured him here today – running and playing with the children in the slums.
So I ask, why does it sometimes seem like God doesn't care and isn't doing enough?
The answer is simple.
We are the hands and feet of God.
We haven't cared.
We haven't done enough.
We. Are. Able.
So my reason for choosing a year of abondonment and joining a group of crazy people as we travel around the world in the name of Jesus?
"Go into ALL the world and preach the Good News to EVERYONE." (Mark 16:15)
