Who am I?
Why did I think that if I didn't feel comfortable talking to someone, choose to look the other way?
Why did I think that if someone didn't conform to my reconstructed format of worldview religious viewpoint, that I would look the other way?
If someone started turning down a wrong path that leads to destructive behavior, how could I have turned away and pretended that it would be okay?
How can I not advocate for those who have no running water, sewage, or access to health care, medical care, or basic education? How can I ever say that it would never affect me to see the poverty of another be the result of my country's waste?
How can I not inform those who live in affluence that there are others that don't have a toilet in their home to use? How can I not share the tears of my loved ones when they are gunned down by gang violence?
How can I not plead with "Christians" who say that they follow God's Word except for when it comes to helping those who are poor? How can I let them turn a blind eye?
Who am I ?
I am nothing, only in Christ do I survive.
How can Christians say that they love Christ, yet turn their hands away from giving out food, water, shelter, and visiting others in jail? How did they see it okay to omit parts of Christ's instructions because it doesn't fit their personal comfort zones?
I'll follow Christ. He is my lead.
If Christ didn't turn his head away from me, then I am forever to look into His eyes and follow Him.
If Christ didn't give up while He hung on the cross and died, then I am forever bonded to serve and live for him.
If Christ didn't give up on me, how can I ever give up on those around me?
Who am I to give up on someone just because they took a wrong turn on a path along the journey of life ?
Who am I to judge ?
Who am I to say that he was wrong ?
I've been wrong.
Oh, Christ, have Mercy on me, and give me the opportunity to reach out to others even if they've taken a wrong step.
Thank you for loving me even when I not just took wrong steps, but went in the other direction, like Jonah who bought his ticket to go another way.
Thank you Jesus for loving me and promising me life, in You.
Who am I to think that I am any better than my friend who was shot down two nights ago?
I was never any better. The fact that I didn't attempt to bring him back into the fold helps me to realize the reality of how short our lives are.
Who am I ?
I am a person in constant need of His infinite love and grace.
Thank you Jesus for saving us all.