The king will reply, ‘Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ Matthew 25:40
I have so many stories to tell, I don't really know where to begin.
Yesterday, I met a little boy whose dad is the leader one of the largest, most violent gangs in Honduras. I met a kindergartener whose mother and father are always strung out on drugs and/or alcohol. He can't be taken to the orphanage because they wont give up custody. And of course— there is no foster care, or child services— only government run orphanages—overcrowded and underfunded.
I don't know how to deal with these kinds of things. Especialy when I will go home next week to a family who loves me, to food in my pantry, a community of believers, safety from violence, and hope for an education and a future.
Last night I sat on the roof of our hotel overlooking the city, crying with my team over things we don't understand.
We cried over stories like these two boys, over 3rd graders who can’t read, and over poverty that seems beyond fixing.
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Speak up for those who cannot speak up for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly. Defend the rights of the poor and needy. Proverbs 31:9
True religion is this: to care for the widows and the orphans in their distress… James 1:27
Where is Jesus at then? Why isn't he defending these sweet, helpless baby boys I met today? Why hasn't he sent someone to stand up for their rights, to help them, to defend them?
Then it hits me.
He sent me. He sent us. We are his hands and feet. We who are blessed are the ones to stand up. To speak truth. To show love. To visit. To provide. To share.
There is something I am learning though: helping the widows and the orphans doesn't always mean moving to a dirt hut or a crowded orphanage, but sometimes it does.
It means giving more than your leftovers.
It means choosing others above yourself.
It means using your passions and talents for the sake of others.
It means realizing that Jesus is bigger than our bank accounts, our intelligence and anything that limits us.
One of the things that really hits me amidst poverty and brokenness is how clearly it lines up with scripture. Will you join me in worshipping our father to the fatherless? Could we just be broken over the things that clearly break the heart of God. Oh how I pray that our brokenness will not lead us to self exaltation or sorrow without action, but rather to good deeds, selfless compassion and reckless trust that springs forth from the grace we are literally drowning in.
For even the son of man did not come to be served, but to serve and to give his life as a ransom for many. Mark 10:35