The hurt around our world seems to amplify with each passing day. There is pain and racism and injustice at every turn.
And sharing an article on Facebook just doesn't seem like enough.
And sometimes neither does a prayer, or a conversation or little volunteer position.
I woke up to this article this morning.
I feel an extra pressure because I speak the language of these fellow citizens of ours. People tell me that it is so great that I have this upper hand to make a difference-- to impact some of the most vulnerable. But then in my day to day I wonder what difference I am really making.
Is a conversation enough?
Is a prayer enough?
Is a "you can make it through 8th grade" or a "you can learn english. I believe in you" really even anything?
What if we all have an upper hand because we are rich. Because you are educated enough to read, because you speak English, because you have a computer or smart phone, because you probably have a job and you probably don't live on the streets. Just because of those things we have an ability to make a difference.
WE have the ability to make a difference.
So where do we even start? Thats what I keep asking myself. How can I make the biggest difference?
But maybe the better question is Who can I start with? Who is right in front of me?
Who can I start with?
Who is right in front of me?
Because my city is full of need. And this article reminded me this morning that we don't have to wait until we are able to get on an airplane and go to the need. It is right here. The need is very real and very present. What can we do, but start one person at a time? One messy, unprecedented, imperfect relationship at a time.
We can welcome these people into our cities, into our hearts, and into our homes.
It's not about the next big impact, but rather the next small person.
These are the challenging reminders my heart needs to hear.