Thursday, November 6, 2008
We talked about religion in my sociology class and when my teacher asked if anyone went to church regularly I was the only one that raised my hand and said "I do." I've never felt so set apart in a big room before. The atheists shared stories of discrimination from christians and it made me so sad. This needs to change. I'm beginning to understand how we are constantly teaching others by our lifestyle and choices. I am held responsible for my actions. In nature I am a shy person, but I cannot use that as an excuse to be silent rather than speak truth and show God's love to those who haven't felt it. Reality is kicking in.
The little boy in the photo... there's a war going on around him, houses fallen, likely no parents, no home... walking down the dirt street by himself after an army vehicle passed and he's staring at a white girl because it's the thing he doesn't know. I don't know if I have the right words to describe this, but I feel like sometimes I do the same thing. I may not have as crazy of things in my life, but sometimes I catch myself focusing on the small things that may not matter... Why?
Prone to wonder, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart take O take and seal it
seal it for thy courts above.