at a loss for words?
no, honestly, it’s hard for me to use any of those when i think about my gut reaction to what’s going down in Louisiana.
are you serious?
yes. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. it’s hard for me to think about a bad situation that isn’t affecting me personally, and get very emotional about it. it’s not how i react naturally. and it may be the result of years of not reacting to a lot of things. i’m sure i can find a way to blame it on my childhood. but that’s not quite what i’m about.
you see, i’m one of those people who, while fully aware that a situation stinks (to say the least), more often than not will say, this is just another sign of the mess we’re in and how much closer we are to getting out. i consider myself an optimistic realist. that’s up for debate perhaps but instead of pondering the awful nature of life, i’d rather look at the big picture and concoct a way to make things better. no, i don’t want to send money to relief efforts. i don’t even have money to send. and as far as i’m concerned, Oprah, Bill G, Donald, and a few others need to open their banks along side the U.S. government and there will be enough money. Bush II needs to feed the people by any means necessary, etc, etc.
yes, my role has nothing to do with money. it has everything to do with where i am. the context for my work has nothing to do with Louisiana though my prayers should have everything to do with Louisiana. my context is Lacombe, Alberta (Canada) where thousands of people may not have the understanding of God they should have. and where hundreds aren’t getting the kind of food they need. and others aren’t getting the kind of clean entertainment they should be. some know nothing of contentment or grace. others have skewed notions of love, etc, etc.
this is where my eyes look, my strength goes. i’m not here to save…i don’t have that kind of power. i’m here to use what God’s given me every single day.