It's true that once you see the face of the poor, you can't close your eyes to it any more. But, finding the best way to help, the kind of help that doesn't hurt, that's the hard part. It requires relationship. It requires investment, true and lasting partnership into the lives of the needy. It requires you to get to the root of all issues, to move past the deceit, to the true heart. That's hard. And it's gritty. And it's disappointing at times.
But, it is our call.
It is our responsibility.
It is our privilege.
Sometimes, I find this work incredibly challenging. Sometimes, I feel taken advantage of. And I feel like I have to fight on behalf of these families, fight for the vision we see as possible for these people, because sometimes, they would rather just live in the place where they receive a handout without any of the responsibility attached. And sometimes, that makes me feel jaded and frustrated and angry.
But, the truth of the matter is, I don't understand what it is like to be poor. I may not have a lot of money, but I am so rich in so many ways. I have never wondered where my next meal would come from or fear the death of a child because I couldn't afford medicine. I have always, always had enough.
So, all I can do is walk in wonder that God would use me at all to minister to His beloved.