Two days ago, admist the hectic schedule of doing life among a city of nine million people, that looks somewhat like this from the air, and I was considering the depths of the steps that each take.
The intertwining of traffic, people, animals, and pollution exhaustes people each day, provided that time to reflect, consider, and revise is not scheduled. Hardly ever in a given year is there a relief from this constant attempt to congest the life of every Peruvian breathing and moving. The only escape from the consistent whirring and buzzing of this flow is removal of one's self to a place of retreat. Considering the city of nine million people, this requires a significant transaction.
Reaching a sense of retreat requires an action step that brings one back to the heart of orginial investment. Our hearts yearn for the closest place to be in a, as my father would always state, "finding your sweet spot," which includes being exactly within the center of God's will. To gain the sense of being in your spot requires deep searching of the soul and align those soul tugs to the Scripture of God that confirms in its truth the affirmation of the soul, heart, and mind. Regardless of how one attempts to spin the Scripture to fit within the conforming mentality of our global community, the Truth of God is the Truth of God. Hidden in the depths of social justice, remains a biblical truth that knocks on the door of my spirit today,
8 Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves,
for the rights of all who are destitute.
9 Speak up and judge fairly;
defend the rights of the poor and needy.
What is the best way that one can speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves? What is the most strategic and effective way to defend the rights of the poor and needy? In corporate or personal avenues of connecting these indivudals to others who have influence, one must reflect within to consider the personal sacrifice to make that happen.
As I was traveling from one meeting to another, with the emails in one hand, and the voice messaging system in another, my heart heard this verse streak across the wrinkled cobwebs of my frontal lobe. Shocked, but not shaken, I heard the spirit from within flare the heart felt cry of those who cannot speak. Silenced by marginalized conditions, no one to hear their screams, there are only a few that will step among those heavy burdened tracks of dirt from generations of persecution.
So, in reality, truth stated, there are a few remaining who will walk with those silenced and precious souls to hold their hand, and advocate for their justice that God will carry in the end. During this process, there are those of us nearby that must stand up and speak, and in that process in the heart of the barren heat of the scourching sun, it will begin to rain freedom on them and their town.
As I thought on this, as I stated earlier, with emails flying in one hand and voice messages in the other, with the laptop straddled in my lap and the double espresso sitting in the cup holder, an old familiar voice crooned this verse out from the radio,
" Bright before me the signs implore me:
-" I Think It's Going To Rain Today"
Somehow, the signs implore one to follow justice and hear the voices of those sweeped off by political coruption, to advocate and bring those voices to the forefront so that the political system will hear and pay attention. While they do, and the voiceless become voices heard, we will slip away into the background to fade away, accomplish the mission, and die in peace with Christ guiding us to be with Him. Oh, so that
Our job is finished and we will be remembered for humility in how we served others and lived a life worth leaving a legacy.
That's really about it. Simple & yet convicting. What will we do? What will each of us do to make this reality our personal goal to change the world.
I think its going to rain today.