soft

there are times life feels so hard

then i see ...

a boy whose daddy left him alone in the jungle

a girl whose mama sold her for food

a daddy whose arms empty because there was no money for medicine

a mama who dreams of running water to bathe her baby

a savior who climbed on a cross

and then i remember...

my life is soft

my call is not to worry about buildings

or budgets

or liturgies of blessing

but to feed the hungry

clothe the naked

heal the sick

visit the prisoner

to be Christ to those i meet

even when it is hard

because it is not about me

it is about Christ working through me

and then i must find my knee