A scene from our home a few days ago.
Anytime we hear the slam of a door and the pitter-patter (or thuds) of little feet, we expect that there will shortly be another guest in our bed. But not lately. Now that Steven can read, the first thing he does when he wakes up (even with squinty, it’s-too-bright eyes) is to go right out the front door to bring in the newspaper and pull out the comics.
The headlines alone are enough to make you weep.
UN official on life under ISIS: ‘Girls are being stripped naked, examined in slave bazaars’ (and don’t forget the “young woman who was married over 20 times, forced to undergo surgery to restore her virginity at the end of each coerced union”)
When I read Ann Voskamp’s compelling blog post about her recent trip to Iraq, I was stricken to the heart by her words and photographs. They turned away my eyes from my self-centeredness and forced me to look into the eyes of my suffering sisters and brothers.
I am struggling to find words of my own, but Ann puts it so well. Her flexible use of grammar, instead of annoying me, seems to embody the floundering, grasping-at-straws efforts to put into type the horrific realities of so many people. REAL people, who live and breathe and hope and hurt.
I am so thankful for Ann’s responsible blogging, which doesn’t just break your heart and leave you in paralyzed mourning, but presents a story of hope, reminding us that WE CAN fight against the darkness.
We aren’t where we are, to just peripherally care about the people on the margins as some superfluous gesture or token nicety. The exact reason why you are where you are — is to risk everything for those being oppressed out there.
You are where you are — to help others where they are. The reason your hands are where they are in this world — is to give other people in this world a hand.
Because God forbid, you don’t get a roof over your head, food on your table and the safety of no bullets shattering your windows because you deserve more — you only get all that so that you get to serve more.
God forbid, you don’t get to live a comfortable life because you’re better — you only get your life so you get to make someone else’s life better with a bit of comfort.
God forbid, you don’t want to climb a ladder up to the American dream, when you could throw a lifeline down to people living your worst nightmare.This is your possible choice.
I trust Ann’s endorsement and vetting of the Preemptive Love Coalition. They are dedicated to providing funds where needed most, which is currently the people of Ramadi (reference Lynne Hybel’s blog post). There is also a second campaign to provide funds for helping these women to start their own businesses. And I love their commitment to finding solutions “for Iraqis, led by Iraqis.”
Please don’t just hear it from me. Read Ann’s posts for yourself.
Based on Steve’s Instagram post.
I found this incredibly encouraging this morning:
[Mother Teresa says:] “we are not called to be successful but faithful.” This distinction is helpful for me as I barricade myself against the daily dread of setback. You need protection from the ebb and flow of three steps forward, five steps backward. You trip over disappointment and recalcitrance every day, and all becomes a muddle. God intends it to be, I think. For once you choose to hang out with folks who carry more burdens then they can bear, all bets seem to be off. Salivating for success keeps you from being faithful, keeps you from truly seeing whoever’s sitting in front of you. Embracing a strategy and an approach you can believe in is sometimes the best you can do you on any given day. If you surrender your need for results and outcomes, success becomes God’s business. I find it hard enough to just be faithful.
… Jesus was always too busy being faithful to worry about success. I’m not opposed to success; I just think we should accept it only if it is a byproduct of our fidelity. If our primary concern is results, we will choose to work only with those who give us good ones.
Gregory Boyle, Tattoos on the Heart