I wrote this back in October. I watched a video that reminded me of it today.
I live in the suburbs of Philadelphia. I live in a wealthy suburb. I go to a wealthy church. I can choose to keep myself separate, sheltered from the ugly reality of poverty and starvation. I can do that easily. I can close this draft because it's hard for me to write when I am uncomfortable with myself. I'm not going to. This is going to come out choppy and awkward and I don't care.
You can click away right now, but I hope you won't.
I want to know. I want to help when I can. Here's a way I can do something.
I read Licia's Real Hope for Haiti Rescue Center blog. It's hard sometimes. The pictures and stories of real people that they minister to are brutal and beautiful and they make me want to weep. I am amazed by the work they do.
Licia linked today to a video on her sister Lori's blog that I hope you'll watch to the end.
Listen to their dad.
Listen and do something.