“I have come to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.”
This quote was said in passing a few days ago and has since haunted my musings.
Which am I?
As I travel abroad I realize that it is natural for me to go to comfort the afflicted.
The poor, hungry, needy and marginalized all live with the American definition of “afflicted.”
That being said, it is all too simple to pity – for those I pity, I do not allow to bless me.
Yet, I am beginning to realize that as I embark on this endeavor that I am the comfortable that is about to be afflicted.
For who can witness the faith and dignity of those previously judged without experiencing a tinge of conviction?
I am prepared to learn, to have my worldview disturbed, to have my convictions challenged and to see people as they truly are.
In eight days I leave for Mexico.
The preparations are almost complete and arrival of what has been much anticipated is ready to be realized.
It can’t get here soon enough and, comfort or affliction, I’m ready to experience it to its fullest extent.
