In the other room I hear a fellow missionary friend talking to the kids she took into her home when she was living in Kenya. She is telling them not to kill lizards. Her and a friend took three street kids into their home. A little under a year from now she was forced out of the country because of visa reasons. I can’t imagine what that’s like.
Last night I talked to a friend who recently went through a divorce. It was a tough battle trying to stay together, and without going into the details, there really weren’t any answers I had for my friend. All I could say was I am sorry.
On my list of things to do is to write a note to a friend who was recently put in prison. He has been a friend of mine for a while. We both found Jesus together, and now he is in prison.
I think often of the hundreds of villages in Cambodia that do not have easy access to the Gospel. One of our students did a report on the book she read for our class and it just happened to be about a man from Cambodia and his journey through the genocide. I made me think about all the corruption that has kept people poor and starving.
My heart aches today for people. There is so much brokenness.
God has been speaking to me lately about responsibility. At what point do we say, “Am I my brother’s keeper?” And at what point do we take the brokenness of people upon our shoulders? If one part of the body suffers, do not the other parts use what they have to heal the one part that is suffering?
May I ask, which brother are you tending to today?
