Monday night I spent at least an hour watching a video about struggling abandoned children in Uganda. What thoughts are left after watching something like this? Numbness. Helplessness. Overwhelming helplessness. How can I deal with the flood of problems I hear of? Should I sell all I have? Should I go live among them and try to embrace each one at least once so that they can at least say that someone cares to cry with them? Perhaps.
This is the sometimes paralyzing struggle of the body in the developed world. When I know of the displaced and abused in Uganda, the suffering still crying in Rwanda, the AIDs-stricken in Asia, the homeless in the US, the widows in Russia, the slighted immigrant in Europe and the Pacific islander living in devistation who gets my attention? It's like the first visitor to an orphanage in a year. How do you love them all?
Maybe the answer is best summed up in the statement by Erwin McManus, "Just do something!" To pick up the closest child or the one who's shirt we recognize as from our favourite sports team first is better than spending an hour pondering the enormity of the problem.
Maybe the answer is best summed up in one take on Jesus' ministry. He came to this earth and lived thirty some years before going public. Good planning could ensure that each orphan has an equal amount of time that is more meaningful than a simple hug.
I don't know.