Some thoughts bouncing around in my head from a book I was reading at the end of the semester...
---we should “comfort the afflicted” and “afflict the comfortable”
---Poverty’s root-- its core-- is a destructive mind-set that says, ‘I don’t matter. There is nothing special about me. Why should I try? Why should I dare to hope? Who cares about me?’
---I read once that poverty is a lack of options-- a lack of choice.
---experiencing poverty is often a heart breaking experience-- not always because of their
condition but because of our own condition.
---Poverty’s root-- its core-- is a destructive mind-set that says, ‘I don’t matter. There is nothing special about me. Why should I try? Why should I dare to hope? Who cares about me?’
---I read once that poverty is a lack of options-- a lack of choice.
---experiencing poverty is often a heart breaking experience-- not always because of their
condition but because of our own condition.
i feel dissatisfied tonight. dissatisfied that there is so little care about what is going on in the world... that often caring becomes the fashionable thing with the graphically pleasing t-shirt or organization with the cool slogan...dissatisfied at how little i pray for the desperate need... dissatisfied with the fact that i can't fix the brokenness and that even if i could take a plane tonight and go hold that little girl in x country that has been raped everyday since she was five by her family or rich white men i can really do nothing to make it all better...dissatisfied that by feeling this i am in some ways giving in to the worst effect of poverty--hopelessness... dissatisfied that i can have so much and be so impoverished and my friends in uganda can have so little and hold so much...dissatisfied at the lack of redemption and beauty...
somehow at the end of each day-- all that remains is He is good.
and i see redemption and beauty sometimes because He is at work even if it seems as if that were not so.
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