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Welcome to the fallout
While driving to the leper colony last week, I listened to Switchfoot’s
“Dare You to Move.” In my mind I was merely selecting an album I hadn’t
listened to in a while, but it turned into much more than that.
Welcome to resistance
We came to a stop in traffic. A beggar — no, a precious and beloved
woman came to the window. She was obviously begging. Her red sari and
crooked teeth didn’t take me by surprise. Her leathered skin and foggy
eyes weren’t unusual sights. Her persistence in knocking at our window
wasn’t out of the ordinary.
The tension is here
But the words that hit my ears were ripping me to shreds.
The tension is here
I tried unsuccessfully to avoid making eye contact with windows of pain. This is her life.
Between who you are and who you could be
So unnerving…and I think she and I are different? One begs, another
gives. But both die. Neither of us chose to be born. Who breathes
without need of Christ?
Between how it is and how it should be
This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair.
I have never felt so responsible for poverty: I looked at myself with
my headphones through the window to a woman with empty hands and an
emptier stomach. Dichotomy, anyone? And what about her soul — is that
empty too?
I dare you to move
Traffic continued as usual.
I dare you to move
I didn’t. I couldn’t.
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
What just happened? It had to be about more than food.
I dare you to move
But what will become of her if I ignore her need? And even if I can
give to her now, she will be hungry again in a few hours, if that. She
needs hope beyond all of this. She needs a Savior. So do I. Constantly.
I dare you to move – like today never happened
My heart won’t cease to be raw towards every beggar I see. But as
painful and uncomfortable as that is, it is given by the Lord, and I am
thankful for it.
“What would Jesus do?” What did He do? He healed the sick and raised
the dead. He drove out demons and played with children. But in His
human form, He only interacted personally with a very small percentage
of humanity. As far as we know, He passed by people that He didn’t look
at, He didn’t get to touch everyone, and there was a lot more that He
“could have” done. Or so it would seem…
But His Kingdom is not of this world.
He only did what His Father told Him to do.
And so I say, I can do nothing for these beautiful people. I cannot
even do anything for myself. I can only receive and be transformed by
His power into an instrument of His grace.
And His grace towards me glorifies Himself because it leaves no room for me to boast.
This is not to say that I am lowly, wretched, and worthless.
Apart from Him I can do nothing. But that is my joy! Did
you hear that? The pressure is off for me to be strong enough, wise
enough, brave enough, or loving enough. When I am weak, I am strong
because His grace is sufficient.
He wired us to depend on Him, to live abundantly only when drinking from the Source of Life — and that dependence is our rest, Church!
We have been crucified with Christ and we no longer live, but
Christ lives in us. The life we live in the Body we live by faith in
the Son of God who loved us and gave Himself for us. ~ Galatians 2:20
Praying for you all with love and brokenness and joy,
Brittany
Trust in Him at all times, O people, pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge. ~ Psalm 62:8
