Am I egotistical? Have I become indifferent to the well-being of others? Am I selfish person who seeks our my own agenda rather than hearing the hearts of those who surround me? Do I even love well for that matter?
Sometimes I wonder if my distaste for various types of people is because I carry similiar traits and characteristics. Because, truth be told, I have a low tolerance to people that care more about themselves rather than the world around them. Lord knows my thoughts when I am around people that love their 'things' or themselves more than people. Which, if they are not justified or righteous in God's eyes I pray He takes that plank out of my eye.
This being said the thought crosses my mind that they rub me the wrong way because they are like me. I'd like to think that I care more about people than myself. Is that a fact though, or just an idea or aspiration.
The thing is, there are people back home that could be loved better. People I don't even know. People that are in need. Needs I could meet and needs you could meet. We miss them far too often. Rather than talking with the homeless man in front of the grocery store, we rush in past him. Hoping he's drunk or that by some miracle he has too much dirt in his eyes to see us. We miss out on his story, and we miss out on sharing God's story. Also we are able to keep that extra change in our pockets. So we can hold onto that extra time and save it for 'something' that matters.
But how can a life not matter? It does. Life matters. That man matters, and if we learn his story it could change us.
This makes my heart hurt. The revalation that even I love things more than a life. That too many times I miss out on blessing others. I miss out on loving others.
I do love people that is certain, but why does my love fall short sometimes? My hearts desire is to be known for loving well, and loving others the way Christ would love others.
The thing is, it just drives me crazy when material objects take presidence over a human's life. Things like human trafficking, and un-fair trade seem to make my stomach turn over and over. It leaves a feeling of disgust and the taste of vomit in my mouth. It does this to me every time, and it's not something I see or hear of every day.
Those are a few of the things that make my heart ache for the world. Not only for each child, woman, or man sold into slavery, but for the seller as well. What is it that drives a person to feeling that selling a person is their only way to survive themselves? It is crushing to think that we have produced a world that is okay with selling humans. That it is okay to rip people off in third world countries because they don't know any better. Why?
Why is it that we know that every year thousands of children are brought through Pearson airport to be sold? Yet nothing is done. How are they missed? How do we miss the signs that generally leave them naked in the arms of the Western man?
Who fights for them? Even when at times they are sold by their own parents.
Where is the action that fights for justice? Why do we stand by allowing it not to be our problem because it's not our child, it's not our sister and really how could we fight?
If you think you cannot help, you have lost your mind. There are ways to help. Even if you can't go and save children. Or even if you can't go to teach trades so they can survive without being sold. You can send. Support.
There are organizations out there that build security posts at borders to prevent trafficking. They're not free by any means. Donate and you could be saving lives. then we would all be better off dead. Because life without Him isn't life, it is death. We don't actually deserve love, but by His grace it has been gifted to us.
Am I egotistical? Have I become indifferent to the well-being of others? Am I selfish person who seeks our my own agenda rather than hearing the hearts of those who surround me? Do I even love well for that matter?
Sometimes I wonder if my distaste for various types of people is because I carry similiar traits and characteristics. Because, truth be told, I have a low tolerance to people that care more about themselves rather than the world around them. Lord knows my thoughts when I am around people that love their 'things' or themselves more than people. Which, if they are not justified or righteous in God's eyes I pray He takes that plank out of my eye.
This being said the thought crosses my mind that they rub me the wrong way because they are like me. I'd like to think that I care more about people than myself. Is that a fact though, or just an idea or aspiration.
The thing is, there are people back home that could be loved better. People I don't even know. People that are in need. Needs I could meet and needs you could meet. We miss them far too often. Rather than talking with the homeless man in front of the grocery store, we rush in past him. Hoping he's drunk or that by some miracle he has too much dirt in his eyes to see us. We miss out on his story, and we miss out on sharing God's story. Also we are able to keep that extra change in our pockets. So we can hold onto that extra time and save it for 'something' that matters.
But how can a life not matter? It does. Life matters. That man matters, and if we learn his story it could change us.
This makes my heart hurt. The revalation that even I love things more than a life. That too many times I miss out on blessing others. I miss out on loving others.
I do love people that is certain, but why does my love fall short sometimes? My hearts desire is to be known for loving well, and loving others the way Christ would love others.
The thing is, it just drives me crazy when material objects take presidence over a human's life. Things like human trafficking, and un-fair trade seem to make my stomach turn over and over. It leaves a feeling of disgust and the taste of vomit in my mouth. It does this to me every time, and it's not something I see or hear of every day.
Those are a few of the things that make my heart ache for the world. Not only for each child, woman, or man sold into slavery, but for the seller as well. What is it that drives a person to feeling that selling a person is their only way to survive themselves? It is crushing to think that we have produced a world that is okay with selling humans. That it is okay to rip people off in third world countries because they don't know any better. Why?
Why is it that we know that every year thousands of children are brought through Pearson airport to be sold? Yet nothing is done. How are they missed? How do we miss the signs that generally leave them naked in the arms of the Western man?
Who fights for them? Even when at times they are sold by their own parents.
Where is the action that fights for justice? Why do we stand by allowing it not to be our problem because it's not our child, it's not our sister and really how could we fight?
If you think you cannot help, you have lost your mind. There are ways to help. Even if you can't go and save children. Or even if you can't go to teach trades so they can survive without being sold. You can send. Support.
There are organizations out there that build security posts at borders to prevent trafficking. They're not free by any means. Donate and you could be saving lives. then we would all be better off dead. Because life without Him isn't life, it is death. We don't actually deserve love, but by His grace it has been gifted to us.
Am I egotistical? Have I become indifferent to the well-being of others? Am I selfish person who seeks our my own agenda rather than hearing the hearts of those who surround me? Do I even love well for that matter?
Sometimes I wonder if my distaste for various types of people is because I carry similiar traits and characteristics. Because, truth be told, I have a low tolerance to people that care more about themselves rather than the world around them. Lord knows my thoughts when I am around people that love their 'things' or themselves more than people. Which, if they are not justified or righteous in God's eyes I pray
He takes that plank out of my eye.
This being said the thought crosses my mind that they rub me the wrong way because they are like me. I'd like to think that I care more about people than myself. Is that a fact though, or just an idea or aspiration.
The thing is, there are people back home that could be loved better. People I don't even know. People that are in need. Needs I could meet and needs you could meet. We miss them far too often. Rather than talking with the homeless man in front of the grocery store, we rush in past him. Hoping he's drunk or that by some miracle he has too much dirt in his eyes to see us. We miss out on his story, and we miss out on sharing God's story. Also we are able to keep that extra change in our pockets. So we can hold onto that extra time and save it for 'something' that matters.
But how can a life not matter? It does. Life matters. That man matters, and if we learn his story it could change us.
This makes my heart hurt. The revalation that even I love things more than a life. That too many times I miss out on blessing others. I miss out on loving others.
I do love people that is certain, but why does my love fall short sometimes? My hearts desire is to be known for loving well, and loving others the way Christ would love others.
