A simple conversation with a pharmacist this evening uprooted feelings of disdain for the
American culture, and extreme heartache for the hungry and the homeless. I didn't want a plastic bag for the simple fact I hate to waste, and I knew that bag would have gone to waste. Truth be told, the simplicity of the situation segwayed into global thinking. I quickly remembered a blog I read from my dear friend Charity.
The blog was written in regards to the Haitian people and the seriousness of their poverty and desperation. The wastefulness of Americans is insurmountable, and the ignorance, long-lasting. I am learning to become vigilant in personal lifestyle, that which I buy, that which I use. Awareness is grounded in personal living and speaking out upon these crucial issues.
I wept that night as I drew a visual in my head with people so skinny, so malnourished...one would think, how do they survive? I wept for all those who are hurting, hungry...hungry for food and hungry for a Savior. I pleaded with God that He would restore these people, that He would build within our hearts a growing desire to feed the hungry, to do what it takes to make a change within this world---even if it is through a few words, through our actions.
I prayed that we would become disheartened with our rude acts, our selfish ways...that we would not fear holding the hand of the hurting, embracing the heart of the homeless. That more and more, our hearts would become weary, that our hearts and minds would be content within this weary; because it is through this weariness that a desire for change will arise, and hopefully instituted.
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I love those moments when reality suddenly hits you in a new way, even though it usually is painful. It encouraged me to keep vigilant too -- its so easy to slack off and forget and excuse...or become legalistic and self-righteous about it all. I guess that's why we have to remain close to Jesus' heart, so He'll give us fresh images of hurt and fresh love to deal with it...
Nice post!
I love your heart in this-- that it came up because of a plastic bag, of all things.
There are few things like hunger. I was stuck writing about a 6-hour meeting (with no dinner) yesterday and it made me want to shove my pen up someone's nose! In my head, I was the hungry-monster and the world seemed so hopeless and toilsome. I hate to think of people feeling like that for days on end.
Your post made me want to share food and conversation with someone I don't know. Thanks for sharing, friend.
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