“This extremity of comfort that has become normality, I fear, has hardened our hearts towards humility and may forever more interfere with our desire to assist a fellow man.” I have sat in a stadium, on a mountain top, with lives of which seem to be taken for granted. I hear full voices speaking of there “daily calamities” (sarcasm greatly intended) with impatience in my heart I catch my emotions unfold within me. Is there something I have missed? Why am I here? Instead of with the oppressed, wanting earnestly to hear the sound of an orphan singing a song of how he was found. One would laugh if I said I do not want the American dream, but rather live among those who will never have it. I have been given just a mere visual taste of poverty. I have no claim on this earth but Christ and His furious love for justice. We see a gentleman holding out his hand, on a street corner, asking for change but we walk by with the assumption that he will use it for cigarettes or alcohol? Who are we to judge as if we are any better? When we ignore the oppressed it is as if we actually add to their pain, somehow continue to entrap them, and rob them of their human dignity. We (I) see the news of chaos occurring somewhere in the world and we sympathize for the situation thus for a mere second, but then we change the channel and continue with our day. It’s not hard to see that there is a great imbalance. With a heavy heart I come.
Live Out Loud
Gio Marcela
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