I was driving to work this morning and saw a man digging in the garbage at the shell station at the corner of Columbia and Capital.
All kinds of thoughts began to run through my mind. I had feelings of sympathy and guilt. I began to feel horrible about whining in my own mind about some of my own circumstances.
Yesterday I read that we have around 5% of the world's population in America, but we use 50% of the world's resources.
How should we feel about that?
Our missions teams who come back from overseas inevitably say, "we are so blessed here in America, the world doesn't have much."
And that is very, very true.
Here's the conclusion I have come to: I am not to feel guilty for what I DO have, but I am to be responsible for what others do NOT have.
We can't on our own help everybody.
So what do we do?
We help the one.
I can't help everybody, but I can help one.
Every day, I can seek out one person that I might be able to help.
Maybe it's by buying them some milk at the store.
Maybe it's by saying a prayer.
Maybe it's by giving to a charity of my choice.
Maybe it's by inviting someone to church.
Maybe it's by listening.
The key is not to verbalize that the world needs help and do nothing. But to verbalize that the world needs help and do something, anything, at least once a day.