The end of us

I'm overcome with sadness at this moment; I am weeping

I know that we all know about the atrocities happening around the world to innocent victims, but have we ever paused to realize how easily our lives could have been exchanged with theirs? I could have been one of thousands of children abducted in order to fight and murder for the rebel army in Uganda, or a young Cambodian woman forced into prostitution in order to feed her family, or a poor mother in the Philippines fighting to save her family from massive flooding caused by torrential downpour...and the list goes on. My heart is breaking at the thought of other living, breathing human beings just like you and I having to survive in such a way. We were lucky to be born into a society that recognizes the automatic rights given to every human being just by being alive, but sadly many countries in the world do not. Please, please remember that for the majority of these people, it is in no way their fault. How could it be? Can they help the condition of the place they call home? It is so easy to be comfortable in our wealthy (we are wealthy) nation; to forget, or maybe to pity those "less fortunate." We cock our heads to the side and think that's so sad. Someone really should do something. Yet, we remain inactive. We have all done that. I know I have. But is that really the stance God has called us to? God aside, does it not simply make sense for those who have to share with those who do not? Or at least give to those who can practically help if we cannot? Is it not a travesty to stand aside and do nothing?

Go. Give. Pray. Speak out. Find what makes your heart break, and commit to helping that cause as much as you can. Think you don't have the time or money? Really? Do you really need that new shirt, or can you wear one of the handful in your closet? Can you skip the latte today? Do you really need to eat out tonight when your pantry is fully stocked? I challenge you to think - think about where you spend. Because where your money is, your heart is also.

Please, do something. Indifference is more heartbreaking than scorn.