"I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in the field and don't notice it."–the Color Purple
I'm getting sick of poverty.
Not as in, "Oh, this is so bad" or "I hate looking at this" or "someone should send a washed up celebrity to clean this up…"
Some days I have gotten physically sick.
I have been shocked. I have been disgusted,
But most days, I've just gone numb. I thought that's what had to be done to get the job done. There is so much to be done in terms of what feels "right", you can get overwhelmed.
When we'd work at the school in Razboieni, the kids would light up. It seems the power of "letting kids just be kids" was more powerful than I've ever dreamed.
I shared my testimony with some streetkids after we fed them. While I dunno exactly what was translated, when i finished, many of them gave me hugs and shared some tears. Perhaps for a brief moment in time, we shared our pain.
While I know that God can change the world, the WAY God does it never ceases to amaze me. He does it not by snapping His fingers, not by obliterating the pain, but rather God brings healing through our shared suffering.
God, you are wonderfully strange. Let me not be numb to my pain, but be pressed in, to experience resurrection.
