My friend just told me that his wife might die. Its worse than that, but I'll leave the details out for his sake and yours.
I'm frustrated that he and his family have to struggle to get by. He's a hard worker but they've been hit hard by the economy and by circumstances and then his wife got sick... where is the church? Why have I not been there more for them? I'm very frustrated. They need material help, and we gave them a bit. They need more. She needs healing. I'm so mad and frustrated. Mad that we're not able to do more materially. More mad that we can't fix her. We can and will cry out to God for mercy and that's it.
But why am I not more mad and frustrated than I am? The situation certainly warrants it. Why are we not all jumping up and down screaming about the injustice of my friend's suffering and how much everyone needs to help? And come to think of it, why are we not screaming about the people next door who are hurting and the others down the street who are having such a rough time, and not too far away is the hospital where they're hurting and dying, and the jail and the nursing home and the...mall.
Its so easy to look the other way. Its almost like we have to in order to survive. There's unbearable suffering within a stone's throw, but we're going shopping.
I can't help everyone. But I'll tell you something...I'm going to be there for my friend. And I'm sorry that I've looked the other way.