Remembering on 9/11
It was about a year and a half ago that some changes happened in my heart and life as well as Shawn’s. We started to see things differently.
For me it all started one night on my computer. At that time I was on MySpace and was browsing my friends pages. I started looking on Hillsong United’s page and their different friends. My heart broke. Here were people who are fighting daily for the poverty stricken, for those who are enslaved for sex trade, etc. And what was I doing? Sitting at home on my computer, in a nice home, living a cushy lifestyle.
Tonight I made a comment to Shawn about 9/11. He had a profound observation. He said that his mindset has changed regarding it. I asked in what way, and he said, “We memorialize and remember 3,000 people who died that day, but we do nothing to remember the 25,000 children die in poverty everyday because the common person and the government doesn’t care because they are just the least of these.” His observation caused me to stop and think. I recently heard a pastor say that we can’t have the gospel and not fight for social justice. Part of the Gospel is fighting for those who are down trodden, who can’t help themselves. I want to be someone who fights for these people. Who doesn’t forget the thousands upon thousands of people who die every day simple because they can’t get fresh water or medicine or mosquito nets.
