Crossing the Line (0˚ Latitude that is!)

It is a beautiful thing to feel pain in another’s suffering.

We all want to be superheroes… solving the world’s problems in an hour minus a few commercial breaks. Problems we will never fully understand cemented into our society by sin and hidden from sight by the intentional ignorance of the masses.

It is easier to not care if you don’t know…

…and even easier not to know if you don’t look.
We are struggling with the things we’ve seen this week.

Overpowered with emotion from the stories we’ve heard… stories of kids living on the streets doing anything and everything just to survive. Hope is nonexistent and tomorrow is something you don’t speak of. Kid’s who’ve seen more tragedy and strife than any adult I know and still manage to rise above their circumstances and find a Faith that chains them securely to their Lord.

We struggle because we feel guilty. Why should we be born into such privilege and opportunity while most of these street kids don’t have a chance- The streets are not a friendly place to call home and most of them die young of any number of things. And, while I complain about my sister using all of the hot water, street kids worry about if they will be able to find a warm enough place to sleep for the night. It doesn’t seem fair… and maybe it isn’t.

But the problems of the world will never be able to be solved in a matter of days, weeks, or months let alone an hour minus commercial breaks. But lucky for us, that’s not what Jesus wanted us to do… Jesus called us merely to serve (He would be the ultimate ‘Solver.’)

And so we are trying to serve the best we can… and trying even harder not to close our eyes when it hurts.

But it still doesn’t seem like enough…
… and that’s where we begin to see the beauty of Grace.