As a Christian I am ashamed of myself. Here is reality:
1. Everyday in your community a child is being raped, beaten, psychologically tormented, and otherwise destroyed.
2. Everyday a wife in your neighborhood is getting subjected to the torture of herself and her children at the hands of the one person who should be protecting them.
3. Everyday someone on your street is trying to escape their depression through any means at their disposal – alcohol, drugs, self-inflicted mutilation, etc…
4. Everyday an inmate at any one of our prisons wonders if his or her life is able to be salvaged or if society will ever give them a second chance. They wonder how they can change when nothing has changed for them.
5. Everyday a foster child and teen wonders if this world is really all their is with its hate, pain, suffering, and neglect.
6. Everyday a gang member depends on their gang family to fill their needs of love, loyalty, trust, and respect.
7. Everyday a child, teen, mom, dad, grandparents, etc… wonders how they will feed themself and those that depend on them.
The list goes on.
Everyday I fail to give my all to search out and find those in need. I fail to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and visit those in our prisons. I fail to look after the widow and the orphan. These are not nice “ideals” from the Bible people. These are commands. Commands with a promise – if you love Jesus you will obey what he commands. What happens if you obey? Reality: You validate your beliefs which confirms your salvation. You don’t get to leave this world of suffering and pain to experience no more tears without validation of the heart through your works. Faith without works is dead.
As Ecclesiastes says, fear God and obey what He commands.
I am ashamed of my lack of deeds. Not because I want people to see me as some righteous sage, but so folks will see my good deeds and glorify my Father in heaven. I want them to experience the love, reconciliation, and fear of God that gives true meaning to why we are here and what to do about it.
But the reality is this: I will wake up tomorrow a chicken again. I will be afraid to share what I believe is truth to the random stranger or the endeared friend. I will fail again to search out the orphan, widow, homeless, abused, and neglected among me. I will continue to live my life how I think it should be lived.
And then what? People are going to suffer and die all around me without hope.
Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1 Cor. 13
Maybe, just maybe, I will wake up and still desire to make a difference and then act on it.