I’m trying to do my best. I’m trying to help people see that we can make a difference. I’m trying to show them that we can love our neighbors as ourselves. We can smile on them with the smile of Jesus. We can let them feel the warmth and love that He shows us. We can do that. It’s going to take some time, but we can do that.
But it’s hard. Sometimes you think you’re reaching people. They’re like, “Hey man, preach it brother!” But then they go home. And you never hear from them again.
What do you mean, “Hey man preach it brother?” Hey, wait! Hey! Tell me what you’re going to do!
You know those religious sayings, like, “Oh, you know, I’ll pray for them.” Yeah, right.
My faith in us praying for these people is not very high right now. That’s just a common saying in the church. “Oh you know what? I’m going to pray about it.” Pray about what? It’s scripture! It says love your neighbor as yourself. Love your enemy as yourself. Pray for those that curse you. Bless those that hurt you.
Scripture tells us what to do. So I don’t want you to just pray about it. I want you to help do it.
Of course, if I walk into a church and talk with that kind of zeal, I might not get the response that I was hoping to get. You know, they might try to push me to the edge of the cliff and make me walk off, like they did with Jesus.
We can sit in our churches, and we can sit in our pews, and we can preach from behind our pulpits, and we can say we need to do this, and we can say we need to do that, and we can say we need to help here and we can say we need to help there.
And yet we can go home and have a family, and we can go home and sit on our couches and watch TV, and we can go home and watch our kids play in the backyard. We can do those things, and they are the blessings of God. I don’t take those blessings for granted.
I know a lot of people that can’t even meet in a church building without fear of being put into prison. I know people who can be walking home from a church gathering on a road and some army can come by and swipe them up or shoot them. They’re so worried about getting trafficked. They’re so worried about guys like Joseph Kony snagging them out of their village and making them shoot people. They’re so worried about trying to drink water that won’t give them a disease. And they’re trying to figure out, “Am I going to have to eat dirt today, or is someone going to be awesome enough to make sure I have a bowl of rice?”
They’re God’s children too, made in His image. Yet they’re so concerned about all these things. How are they supposed to use their giftings? How are they supposed to reflect God? That is my biggest pain. That is my biggest frustration. How can I get other people to see these things? I see it, and it grieves me.