Sunday evenings are a good time to contemplate the important "stuff." Family, home, faith, freedom... okay, chocolate milk, but I wasn't going to go there. No, really, isn't adversity "relative"? Not any ONE relative in particular, but relative in that my cold feet don't hold a candle to the feet in the streets of Haiti.
I'm sitting in my warm house, space heater notwithstanding, watching news coverage of the Haiti tragedy, surrounded by my loved ones, all equally safe and comfortable and I have to wonder what I'm supposed to do with my lot in life. Why me, and not them? What does God expect me to do about the suffering I see on my big, colored television? I can give money, and I will, but it can't be as simple as that. Doctors and nurses and armies and navies and governments will do what civilized people do when they have the means and the skills to help, but the rest of us will have to be content to do what is left to be done--- love a little better, smile a little quicker, serve a little harder and get down on our knees and thank Heavenly Father for every breath we take.