A friend of mine blogged about this blog. The actual words of the blog, I am sure, made an excellent point. I may even go back and ponder them. What really hit me though was the photograph of the child.
I am disgusted that we, as a human race, have so neglected our fellow man. I was sitting here crying “poor me” because I can’t afford airfare back to Phoenix to see my friends. It was my choice to move here. What choice do starving children have?! Our culture is so absorbed in the things of this world rather than the things of eternal value. It’s ugly and we don’t want to look at it. We’d rather focus on whether or not Brit will keep her kids or if Lindsay will really kick her habit or if Ms. Ritchie will get married before her belly shows.
I was watching Dog (the bail bondsman in Hawaii) and I never knew that he’s a Christian. He was asked to speak at a convention of bondsman. Let me paraphrase what he had to say to them. He said that one day we will have to answer to Him and He’s going to ask “Who did you talk to for Me?” And when you reply “Who was I supposed to talk to?” He’s going to give you back your bondsman rap sheet. Every person Dog goes after he tries to give hope to and to share God’s love with them.
I’m afraid of the day that I stand before my Savior and He will ask me that same question. Because I know I haven’t done all that He has called me to do. Not when I can look around and see the hunger and the hurt and the lost…