Thursday, February 11, 2021

Dear God,

How can we sing praise for our own blessings when many, way too many are without blessing?  Each time I inventory the gifts of your spirit, I feel the sting of those who are without, those who are hungry, jobless, homeless, sick, lost and without hope.

Someone once said that we just have to go on with own life, that they are not our responsibility.  Really, I ask myself, really?  How can that ever be true?  Are these not our sisters and brothers, family?  Are not their wounds ours too?  When they weep, should we not weep as well?

Although some will say, "The poor you will always have with you,"  that was never intended to be a free ticket to do nothing.  We can, we should, we must care for others.  Life is never just about ourselves; it always includes the neighbor, the stranger, the lost, the anxious, and the forgotten.

Make it so,

O Lord,

that we realize

our connection

to all those

who live

on this planet.

We are 

not made

for ourselves

or for

our own.

Remold us

with new faith,

new eyes

to see,

new ears

to hear

with a commitment

to bless,

help, love

give and

serve others.

Love, Andrea