This fact has become increasingly more obvious to me during my time in Chile. And for the most part it isn’t due to my experiences here. It’s due to the news that I keep hearing from the United States.
Boston Marathon Runners killed and injured due to explosives.
An abortion ‘doctor’ that killed after birth.
A man that killed helpless children at an elementary school.
And so many more.
Our world is incredibly broken and my heart aches for those hurting. I don’t know if this increase in apparent violence comes with age and awareness, or with the increase of media, or something else. But I know that the brokenness of the world we live in stems from our brokenness as people. We are a fallen people. We are lost.
And no, people aren’t inherently good. We are inherently sinners (Romans 3:23). Only through the cleansing blood of Christ can we hope to change that (Romans 6:23). I’m so thankful to be cleansed and covered by the blood.
But that doesn’t mean that I don’t hurt. In fact, I think my faith makes me hurt even more. I feel for the lost. The lonely. The mistreated. Those barely scraping by. Those who are sick. The hungry. The fatherless.
And I think we are called to care. (Matt 25) And we’re called to do something. So do something. Pray. Serve. Volunteer. Love those who need God’s love. Spread the light. (Matt 5:16).
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” – John 16:33 (NIV)