in the last three years i’ve trekked to eighteen different countries. i’ve been a part of many different ministries. i’ve talked to and prayed for a countless number of people. i’ve seen churches, red light districts, four of the seven wonders, dumps, mansions and shacks. i’ve walked on cobblestone streets, beaches, dirt roads and sidewalks. i’ve seen poverty like you can’t imagine and the wealth that exists next door. i’ve met and held prostitues, orphans, the handicapped and forgotten grandmas; the regular, hurting, broken people just like me.
i’ve seen some stuff.
it’s not okay that last saturday i saw an eighteen year old handicapped boy wearing a diaper and laying in a box. a box. on the side of the road, in front of a packed mcdonalds.
it’s not okay that, while we were praying for a drunk man, a well dressed man came out of a church and told us we were wasting our time.
it’s not okay that baby genesis lives here five days a week and then is forced to go back to a shack where there are no clean clothes, no diapers, no nutritious food.
it’s not okay that amalia, dania, and arielle lost their father to suicide. he hung himself in their one bedroom plastic home because he’d reached such a place of desperation and depression that he saw no other option.
it’s not okay that marcos’ mom called tony last week and said, “you can keep him. i don’t want him anymore.”
it’s just not okay.
and, yet. i can only do what i can do. i can only stop for the one in front of me. feed the hungry man that needs food, hold the orphan who isn’t wanted, pray for the family who has nothing. i can only ask god to come. i can only teach a group of wide-eyed college kids how i know to bring kingdom to earth.
some days it’s exhilarating and exciting. some days i’m thankful beyond measure. some days i’m tired and frustrated and want to stay inside my tent all day long. some days it’s easy and some days it’s really hard. some days the kingdom feels very at hand. and some days it just doesn’t seem like enough.
today is one of those days.