A friend wrote me: Is the problem of poverty because we Americans have "too much money and we are selfish consumers who spend it on ourselves" OR is it something totally different? Is it that Americans are greedy? That businesses are greedy? or is it that we aren't helping people?
It would be wonderful if there was a succinct "why" to the question of poverty because then we would be able to answer it, relieve it, heal it, more easily. I am not sure it really is that simple.
Is it my fault as an American? I don't think so. I do know part of my personal equation, part of the reason that I am concerned and try to actively pursue resolutions toward inclusion to spreading the wealth (figuratively, not literally) is tha I struggle with grace. Why am I given things, blessed if you will, while others are not?
Truly, that is one of the reasons that I even write this blog-this struggle, this wrestling. While the grace of God's loving redemption is an amazing gift, it is even sometimes hard for me to accept that not everyone receives it. Why would I be chosen and this woman I love not be? While I wrap myself up in this gift, I try to share it with others, that they might find some warmth and comfort as well. That somehow UPS might deliver their own gift box someday.
Much the same is the grace of having enough to eat, having an education, having a job, having unemployment compensation when I don't have a job, having a home, being able to feed my pets food other than what I feed my husband. Why am I blessed in this way but so many aren't? Although I have struggled at times, as a child raised by only by her mother with very limited resources, as a teenaged parent, as an undereducated worker....I struggled toward something. I had hope. I knew things could get better.
It seems not only be unfair but also incorrect to say that impoverished people lack that drive, to make things better. If anything, I would blame lack of hope.
I don't know if I can make the world better or put a dent in poverty. This world has been broken for a long time. I don't know if I give hope to the children I sponsor, to those that I will, in all likelihood, not meet this side of heaven. It is easy to stop at what I can't do or pause in fear that I can't do enough. Instead, I will focus on what I can do.
I can write my children, telling them how proud I am of them, how much I wish for their futures, how deeply I know our Father loves them.
I can give a little money to hopefully alleviate some anonymous recipient's hunger pangs and worries. (I admit it-I have not given until it was a true sacrifice, really caused me discomfort.)
I can hope for them, give to them, but most of all, I believe anyway, that I can pray.
Who else can fix this place without causing more harm? Who is there better to hope in?
I will do my small part, and leave the big results to God.
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