I am comfortable. I
look around at my home and the things I own and the food we eat- there is
really nothing I need. Oh sure- there
are things that I want, things I desire…. But nothing I really need. I would venture to say this is true of so
many of us- especially in the church here in the United States. We drink our overpriced lattes; complain
about long lines at the supermarket, service at a restaurant not being as good
as what we paid for. When we get uncomfortable at church or it no longer “meets
my needs” we find a new one.
Tragedy in
our world strikes my face book feed when a famous comedian/actor commits
suicide.
As I have sat the past few days looking over how my face
book feed has blown up by the death of a famous person none of us knew but most
have enjoyed watching I am stricken by disparity of the world we live in and
the comfort ability of our nation. Very
few people acknowledge the 500 people killed (women and children buried alive)
in Iraq because they have different religious beliefs than the majority. People have fled their homes to the mountains
(if they were able) and those who were not have stayed and died. Those people are not comfortable.
Over 400 innocent children have died in the past month in
Palestine because of a war in Gaza. I
understand the side Israel takes- and I understand that with Terrorists there
are no rules. But 400 lives of innocent
children are 400 lives to many to pay the price of “peace.” This touches close to home because we sponsor
a 5 year old boy who lives in West Jerusalem/Gaza. We have prayed for him for the past month not
knowing if he’s alive or how his family is surviving. My kids ask, “Are they still at war? Why are they still at war?” I have no answers.
Then there’s the Ebola outbreak and crisis in Africa with
the most people dying from this outbreak than any other. There’s the crisis in Ukraine. Here at home I counseled a woman last week
who was on the verge of being homeless with nowhere to turn.
Yet- here I sit from the comfort on my home, drinking my
coffee, sad because a comedic icon is dead.
I am reminded of a story I heard once of a father and son walking on the
beach. The beach was scattered with
jelly fish and as they walked the father picked up a jelly fish and threw it
back into the ocean. He kept going
picking up jellyfish and throwing them back into the ocean. The son asked, “Why are you doing that? There are too many, you can’t help them
all. In the realm of things it doesn’t matter.” The father replied as he picked up another
jelly fish and threw it back into the waves, “It mattered to that one.”
You see I don’t want to be comfortable. I can’t do anything about the Ebola Virus,
the religious genocide in Iraq, the crisis in Ukraine, the children dying in
Palestine. But I can refuse to be
comfortable. I can keep in fervent
prayer for our world that desperately needs peace, hope, joy and freedom. The answer lies only in Jesus Christ. I can choose to remember and spread the
word. I can decide to change my
perspective and instead of mourning a famous person, my heart grieves for the
loss of life all around the world. My
heart grieves for my sponsored child in Palestine and the things he has
experienced and seen in his short little life.
I can’t fix the world- but I can start serving God here
where I am. I can get up from my lazy
comfortable surroundings and be uncomfortable at church serving kids. I just read a story of a woman who gave up
lattes for a year so she could sponsor a child overseas. I can quit whining about the things I want
but don’t have- knowing full well how blessed I truly am.
When I look at the world it all seems so hopeless. I can get bogged down by the massive amount
of work to be done and in so doing stop doing anything and just be comfortable. But- you see- one life matters. Here at home, in Iraq, Ukraine, parts of
Africa. What I do matters to Kinan a
five year old living in war torn Gaza. I
choose to be uncomfortable so that people may know Christ and experience
freedom, hope, love and joy. Will you?