I have days where I feel overwhelmed at the amount of poverty I see in one day. I hate poverty.
I spent the last 10 minutes with a young boy, my sons' age, whose eyes have been gauged out so that he is more successful at begging.
Today, I really HATE poverty. It makes me want to puke...and sometimes I do.
I was talking with my good friend Bimla yesterday. She works harder than I do every day - just to survive and to provide for her family. She's never made more than $2 a day. She's smarter than I am. She's harder working than I am. She doesn't even have enough money to put a bathroom in her house or afford running water. How is this? I hate poverty.
Sometimes, I think poverty is the culmination of all things bad and wrong in this world. Its hard to believe that I can feel so disgusted, frustrated, mad, and sad about poverty, and yet, I've never truly experienced even a day of it myself. I've never been poor. Have you? Sure, I've had to work my entire life. I had to work for my first car, my education, my "stuff". I've mowed lawns, picked weeds, cleaned bathrooms, waited tables...but just the fact that I had the opportunity to work for those things and earn those things is a luxury in comparison to the people I work with each day.
I hate poverty.
Facing the reality of poverty seems to stretch me so thin that I feel like I'm going to break in half. My gut hurts. My heart hurts. I cry till my eyes are dry. And did I mention that I have never spent 1 day being poor? Imagine how the poor feel about it. I'm so thankful that I believe in a God who can fix poverty - who heals, restores, makes things right....and He can do all these things without my help. But I'm also thankful that He has asked me to help. I'm better for it...much better for it.