While reading the news this morning I came across an article on BBC about trapped miners in New Zealand; 29 miners who cannot be rescued at present because of the potential danger of another explosion.
Reading this, there is obvious difficulty in not drawing parallels with the trapped miners in Chile, rescued barely over a month ago.
I had this strange and terribly awkward feeling in my heart. Like it was being squeezed dry and wrung out.
It dawned on me that I’ve had this feeling before - precisely when Chile went through an earthquake not long after Haiti.
Do you know the feeling I’m talking about?
I’m gonna to tell the truth straight up. It’s the feeling of having, and knowing you have, a limited amount of love and compassion in your heart.
There is a significant population of the world who struggles through unexpected pain and devastation every day. But I think these two occurrences of paralleling events are particularly symbolic.
I am pretty sure God is testing our capacity to love each other. I really feel like He is confronting us and saying, “when the hype is over, when you’ve given all you can in the name of giving, can you come back humbly and give even more?”
Even now, as Haiti is being challenged through a cholera outbreak before it could even attempt to get back on its feet, nations around the world have been slow to assist. While I’m sure in the complexities of politics there are a number of factors that are contributing to a slower response besides not having the heart to give, this nonetheless makes me wonder: is this simply a larger scale example of the lack of self-sacrificing love in myself and on the individual level?
Sometimes when I pass by the homeless, read the news, or discuss current events with friends, I feel broken. Not just broken because I am distressed over the innumerable unfortunate circumstances in this world, but broken because I feel like what else can I give? What else can I even do? I feel broken because I find myself hesitating to give more - to give to the point that it might hurt me.
But if I’m not willing to let it hurt me, am I really loving? Do I really care about the well-being of those people?
Giving and feeling compassionate behind the safe walls that protect the comforts of my daily life is so utterly and completely deceptive. It’s like telling someone, yeah sure you’d love to do whatever you can to help them get better from sickness, just make sure they don’t pass the illness to you - “just be sure not to touch me while I try to help you out.”
Yeah, in the practical sense, we don’t wanna get hurt in the process because then what good are we if we aren’t in the condition to help anymore? But that’s an easy excuse that we find acceptable in a dog-eat-dog world that pushes us to put ourselves first.
We really gotta ask God for His spirit of love and mercy, ‘cuz we just don’t have it in us to dish it out so willingly on our own.
You know why there isn’t peace in this world? Because no matter how compassionate we think we may be, and how love makes the world go ‘round, if it isn’t an unconditional limitless love like that found in Jesus, nothing’s gonna change. Sooner or later the river runs dry.
Seriously, undeservingly, blessed. Even at a bus stop.
Hello tumblr, I know I’ve been MIA for a while now, but no worries because I am BACK!
Hm. so where to begin?
Well. It dawned on me a little while ago that the excitement for the year & the blessings I received thus far were a little like..all talk and no action?
Not to say God’s amazing and bountiful love on me wasn’t forreals, but I definitely took advantage of my high and definitely did NOT do my part to push myself through this journey.
I feel like I was super excited for this year as a new beginning and also kind of as a closing chapter to my college experience, but I haven’t been living up to my ambitions for how the year would roll-out. I’ve been living in my own lethargy and not doing anything about it, which has really not been that fulfilling as you can imagine.
LUCKILY, it is still only the first quarter and it hasn’t even ended yet, so I am definitely gettin’ back on the horse. or somethin like that anyway.
Today is Sunday & it is the first Sunday in my life where I have had to come to work. It makes me sad that I compromised my beliefs this weekend, but I am amazed and God has already revealed to me His love, though the day has barely begun.
The internship I have at Twilight Artist Collective in West Seattle has always been every Saturday, and I very purposefully made it so. But, this weekend the boss had to check outta town & while I’m sure if I had said that I couldn’t cover today there may have possibly been someone else to do the job, I offered out of courtesy since they have generously let me take several weekends off to visit home & the like.
Did I put courtesy ahead of my best friend Jesus? Yeah. I really did. & it kinda sucks.
What’s really crazy though is God blessed me today anyway. I got on the bus this morning on the ave and for some random reason, the bus was already on it’s “Ride Free Area” zone even though we hadn’t yet gotten to downtown. Then, when I went to my stop for my transfer bus, I thought I missed it because I arrived a few minutes after the time schedule. Seriously by God’s grace the bus came as I was standing there lamenting my potentially half-hour wait for the next bus.
Some of you might think ‘uh..coincidence” or “dumb luck,” but yall gotta realize luck is just God giving you what you don’t deserve, it is truthfully His grace.
Shout out to my best homie Jesus - Thank you for loving me even when I let my ears and eyes be drowned out by the world’s persuasive becks and calls - you’re the only one who’s really got my back though I am easily swayed and turn away.
You da you da best!! (yeah..ok I know that was a weird song lyric to use but that’s really how I feel ahahaha)
(props to deviantart artist snul)
Like this lady, we are all carrying God’s love, whether you recognize it or not, even when we do mundane things like wait at a bus stop.