My heart is broken. I’m an emotional person, and I’m an empathetic person. Put those things together, and my heart breaks easily. It can be caused by the silliest things, but I’ve stopped seeing it as a bad thing.
Last night, I was enjoying my day off by reading a book that is set during World War II. My heart breaks for all those families who were ripped apart. Young boys who had to grow up way too fast and parents who watched them march to their deaths. Jews who were mercilessly slaughtered. And the fact that I can’t do anything about it.
This world is brutal. I may be able to hide in the oblivious bubble of first world existence, but there is pain and injustice permeating the world we all live in. Sin and its effects are running rampant, and evil is darkening the world much faster than we care to admit.
But it isn’t going to win.
“No! In all these things we are more than victorious through Him who loved us!” — Romans 8:37
Death, sin, pain, sorrow, cruelty… Jesus is going to come back and abolish them. He is going to crush them under His feet. I know that, and you know that, but there’s a world of people out there who don’t know, who have never heard. A world of people that need hope.
Look at the verb I chose in that sentence.
I tell myself I need a lot of things. New shoes, three meals a day, comfort…
I like my life. I like the little luxuries. But you know what? Heaven one day is going to be truly luxurious. And I want the people on this earth to be there experiencing it with me.
This world needs Jesus way more than I need anything.
Those people dying without hope? There is no reason for that. They truly need the hope of Jesus and His saving grace. God put me here for a reason, I don’t know all the specifics of it, but I know it includes making Him known to the world. I don’t know where or how, but I know I want to be ready to answer that call, whatever it looks like.
It doesn’t just look like one of these days. It looks like every day, right now. For now, God has me here in Texas. I know that. And I’m not going to take that as an excuse to sit around just because I’m not in a war-torn impoverished nation. The world that needs Jesus is right here too.
I’ve prayed before that God would break my heart for what breaks His. And I realized last night that He has been faithful to answer that prayer. My heart is shattered for the lost and hurting in this world. I don’t want to try to shrug this feeling off and go back to living a life of comfort. I want to live consciously aware of the people around me that need Jesus. I want to live for Him, regardless of the cost. I want everyone on this earth to experience the hope that I have. So I had better go tell them.