Once, not so long ago, I heard a woman speak on her passion for AIDS orphans. She said, “One day God opened my eyes. I saw images of AIDS orphans in a magazine, and I could not look away. I could not not do anything.” I wondered at this. I felt no compulsion to do anything to help AIDS orphans…the problem was too big…too far away…too easy to ignore. I was glad she felt called to help. I mean someone should, right? Just not me. And I wondered…will something like that ever happen to me? Will I ever develop “a heart” for anything? A passion for a cause (other than myself…which until recently, has been my main cause)?
And then it happened. One day, I did not see the abuse and neglect of the children surrounding me…and then I did. And now, I can’t not see it. I can’t not know that the church…that I…have failed these children. Six thousand kids in Bexar County…six thousand. All these kids need is someone to say, “Yes. Yes, I will rearrange my life. Yes, I will re-prioritize my budget. Yes, I will accept the inconvenience…the struggle…the discomfort of loving someone who is hard to love…who may never love me back.” And now, I can’t not say yes.