What a selfish, pampered people we are. There are such gross atrocities in this world, and we have not even the capacity for compassion or sympathy. There is no one person or government to blame - we have simply been surfeited and desensitized by an inordinate fascination with ourseves. And again, this not being the result of one decision necessarily, but that inclination that binds us from the moment we enter this world. Last night I watched Hotel Rwanda. It brought back so many thoughts and feelings from my time in Africa. I feel so useless and inadequate - not to mention just pitiful from all my incessant contemplation of my own sanctification! Even in Africa I was overwhelmed by my own selfishness -and moreso by the fact that I couldn't do anything about it. I was busy realising myself how innocuous my understanding of the Cross was. I was in no way fit to minister the gospel to anyone - it had not finished being administered to me!! I had no context in my knowledge of God for suffering. It is no wonder, in a society where our sufferings are minimal and buffered and so easily assuaged by "things". So, I ask, what is to be done? I can not volunteer myself - there is no self-election with God - - I must accept the perfect work He is doing in me now - obeying fully what He has chosen for me today. . . and trust that the Cross will work a perfect death in me and will make me able to be broken bread and poured out wine for others. It can not be for ideals of philanthropic romanticism - but pure obedience and godly sympathy which has the authority and power to transform situations and people. May we know what it is to share in the sufferings of Christ - realizing the death of the old man that serves the lusts of the flesh and demands over-indulgence. And may we know the true, unsullied love of Jesus for every man.
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