By July 17, 2007 culture, faith No Comments

Sometimes my heart gets a bit dry and crusty. Life tugs at me and I foolishly fix my eyes and mind upon the latest and greatest bauble I think I must have. Such distractions have lately become less distracting; I’ve been awoken from my sleepy state. (I’m still a bit groggy.) This is God’s grace not to leave me sleepy, to call me to something lasting and full and fully alive.

So I’ve been asking God to break my heart for the things that break His. The poor, the outcast, the widows and orphans, the forgotten, the shunned. God has called out to His people to take His love to these who are hurting and to show them love in word and in deed.

A passion has begun to stir within me. It the need for clean, accessible water. People in underdeveloped countries lack this necessity, causing all manner of disease and hardship and heartache. Sometimes when I think about it I can hardly breathe.

My work exposes me to world issues and needs. It also prompts me to be actively involved in the lives of people; it makes helping in action (not just in word) seem not only possible but urgent and necessary and doable. I could actually do something. The thought is inspiring, not because I think much of myself, but because I realize I can extend even one cup of water and that will make a difference for the one who receives it.

I am not sure what my part will be in giving a cup of water to those in need. All I know is that I can help, and I want to do my part to be personally, actively involved.

More to come.

“This is a large work I’ve called you into, but don’t be overwhelmed by it. It’s best to start small. Give a cool cup of water to someone who is thirsty, for instance. The smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice.” —Matthew 10:42, The Message

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