A few weeks ago I felt God tapping on my heart to write about how He calls me. Lately, in the midst of political drama I think our nation has become very divided and has forgotten what our love is supposed to look like. Today as I read about the attack on London, my heart was heavy. Another senseless act of a hurting person happened today and I feel as if we have become numb to it.
It feels like every other day there is another school shooting or terrorist attack. I remember when I heard about Sandy Hook I was terrified; I bawled to my mom, confused as to how something like that could even happen. Now, whenever I hear about something similar I don't feel quite the same way. The devil wants to accept these disasters that continue to happen and go on with our selfish lives. He wants us to listen mindlessly to the news reporting another child killed and not blink an eye. I can recall countless times when I hear about another tragedy, just shrugging my shoulders. This is what our world is now. It is a broken world: full of death and destruction. And it's almost easier just to shrug our shoulders and keep going. But I think God is calling us to act differently.
God is calling us to feel the same kind of hurt the mothers of these children are feeling. He's calling us to accept these children as our own, as He does. But many of us, including myself, separate ourselves. It happened in London, it doesn't affect me. But that mindset is the very thing that lets the evil of this world win.
Turn on the news and cry with the people of London, with the people of Syria, maybe even with the people in our own country we choose to ignore. The community of Flint, Michigan went years without clean drinking water and were begging for help and our country turned a blind eye. Isn't it more fun to fight about foreign policy? Turn on the news and pray with reckless abandonment for these people hurting. Pray as if this was your own family member. We can't fix our world. Not even close. But I think God is calling us to open up our hearts.
