Who do I think I am anyway…
This morning our church hosted the Children of the World International Childrens Choir. I expected to be inspired by them and by the opportunity to worship with other people of the world. It was moving, but it was also heart wrentching. Of course, I know that people in Africa and other countries are dying of aids and facing other tragic things. I have NEVER really let that sink into my heart and emotions. Today I was troubled by what the people of Africa are living with everyday, death, desperation, hopelessness.
I was blown away be the appalling level of my selfishness and whining. I have so much, but can only see what I wish I had or need. I was disgusted at myself, but God reminded me that I did not ask to be born in the USA. God placed me here. Why here? Why not Africa? I don’t know the reason he had for putting me here, but I do know that he has given me resources to help those who need help. Instead of bashing myself for my lack of gratitude and awareness of my great blessings I am thanking God for the opportunity to reflect his redemptive nature and share my blessings with people who desperately need to see his hand.
I’m am moved beyond belief and looking for God’s next step to show his love to the people he created.
