Earlier today I was trying to respond to a political post centering around oppression. It was an excellent post but as I read it I started to get angry. I wrote my response several times and eventually had to stop as I found the need to start screaming at someone, anyone. There was nothing wrong with the post or the person who wrote it. The cause is a true and good one. What bothered me was how easy it is for us to back a cause for those far away while ignoring those in need close by. While those here at home may not be oppressed in the same way, they are struggling day by day, just to have something to feed their children. The working poor are not trendy or spiritual in any sense, but their hearts are filled with desperation just as real as the ones so far away.
Perhaps the plight of the poor we so often choose to ignore isn’t quite as desperate as some, but it seemed to me that until this problem is fixed, we really don’t stand much change of saving the world. How can we expect others to embrace the cause of another when they are cold, hungry and tired.
Tonight I am angry, as is probably apparent and my son just asked me why I was crying. Please don’t misunderstand me and my love for others. I care very much what happens to the people of the world and it is not my intent to minimize the suffering of others. Something I will never understand, however, is why some people have more value than others. It is an age old question I’m sure, as this has been a bitter truth down through history.
This is not my usual post about the moon and stars, or some beautiful mystery of the earth. The world is filled with much beauty and the moon and stars are companions to all of us, looking down on all the fills our world both good and not good. They see the people of the earth who cry out for help and those who thankfully would champion them. They also see the quiet ones who walk in need, unseen and unheard their spirits fading day by day.