"My, What Big 'I's' You Have!"Written by Doris E. Howie
I made mistake of listening—really listening—to myself wishing other day, and I thought (paraphrasing Red Riding Hood's comment to her wolfish grandmother), "My, what big "I's you have!"I wanted a newer car (a 1987) with a tapedeck; I wanted new siding and insulation for back part of house. I wanted a new mattress for our bed, to replace sagging, split and lumpy one we had had for five years. (We bought it used for fifty dollars.) I wanted relief for Archie's paining back and arm. I wanted—well, list went on. Then I realized what an ingrate I was. I have a nice little car, a comfortable home, a bed to lie on and a supply of food. I have a husband whose love, compassion and sensitivity are second to none . We have our animals (pets all, from dogs, cats and raccoon to horses, goats and chickens) and our neighbours and friends. Once again, list went on. Am I really so different from you? Do you too find yourself focusing on what you want, instead of thanking God for what you have already? Do you, too, forget millions of souls on our weary planet who could live for a week on your daily diet? Do you, too, sometimes think that because you live in a Western society, you are entitled to share an affluent lifestyle? Do you, too, think that a camcorder is a need? a remote for your television, a necessity? a top-fashion outfit a prerequisite to your happiness? If so, I beg you to stop with me a while, and look around at where we are right now. We are dwelling in a fool's paradise, ignoring Lazarus at our gate—Lazarus in form of street children, outcasts, and poverty-stricken individuals who make their homes under bridges and in subway stations. These people are our burden. Our mandate from Lord is to share our possessions with them; to comfort and encourage them; to ease their suffering in whatever way we can.
| | IN LONELY DESPAIRWritten by Doris E. Howie
Despair is not new to this century; nor is depression, or agony of aloneness. Kneeling alone in desperate battle with an overwhelming sense of futility is not something that only you face. It is a struggle many of us have shared over years, even though we cannot be at your side at this moment. Does it help to know that, maybe even just a little bit?We too have fought through night with problems too large to be borne. We too have prayed into seeming emptiness, seeking a God we know is there but somehow cannot reach from depths of our despair. We too have wondered why as co-heirs with Christ we cannot find ear of our loving Father - for we too experienced this blackness after asking Christ into our lives... We too have wept bitter tears of loneliness. We too have dismissed others' proferred aid as meaningless, because nobody could appreciate our special needs.... But we were wrong - blessedly, joyously WRONG! We were wrong because we judged our needs by worldly standards. We were wrong because we sought a mentor in those around us. We were wrong because we had missed personhood of our God, for our God walked this way, too, before us! When Jesus said He was Way, Truth and Life, He meant this way, too - despair, utter aloneness. He shared them in Gethsemane, when His disciples slept. He shared them on cross, when He hung in naked agony bearing sins that cut Him off from His Father - our sins!
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