The human suffering from the war in Ukraine and the earthquake in Turkey tear at my heart. I feel so powerless to make a difference for those people that I see I must give my tears to God in prayer.
WIth another perspective - We need to be careful in our choice of words and context. That's especially important in reaching out to others we don't know well.
I confess my guilt in not being able to help in, what seems to me, a meaningful way. When the needs of others seem so great and tear at my heart, I often don't know what to do. I see people in our congregation who actually go the site and serve with Brethren Disaster relief teams or Disaster Child Care. I know I can't physically do this, but I feel guilty that I can't/don't. I pray, I give monetary gifts, but it doesn't seem like . It seems like a band aid and maybe just a way to assuage my guilt. I ask for forgiveness and wisdom to know the answer. But my feelings are so minuscule in importance compared to others' needs.
This reminded me of the comfort or quilt that many in our congregation have made from the old fabrics of a precious life. They are turned into a piece of comfort, warmth and love by the one who receives it.
So too, in our lives, the nudges of God bring us to new understandings, new relationships, new avenues for actions.
WIth another perspective - We need to be careful in our choice of words and context. That's especially important in reaching out to others we don't know well.
I confess my guilt in not being able to help in, what seems to me, a meaningful way. When the needs of others seem so great and tear at my heart, I often don't know what to do. I see people in our congregation who actually go the site and serve with Brethren Disaster relief teams or Disaster Child Care. I know I can't physically do this, but I feel guilty that I can't/don't. I pray, I give monetary gifts, but it doesn't seem like . It seems like a band aid and maybe just a way to assuage my guilt. I ask for forgiveness and wisdom to know the answer. But my feelings are so minuscule in importance compared to others' needs.
This reminded me of the comfort or quilt that many in our congregation have made from the old fabrics of a precious life. They are turned into a piece of comfort, warmth and love by the one who receives it.
So too, in our lives, the nudges of God bring us to new understandings, new relationships, new avenues for actions.
Sandy