I lost my voice (again) and after uploading this picture to Instagram, I started thinking what one thousand words I could have said with this picture.
I could have chosen to talk about the millions of people who have fallen victim to human trafficking.
I could have mentioned the nearly four thousand babies that are murdered in the womb each day.
I could have talked about the one in four women who find themselves in abusive relationships.
I could have mentioned the eight-hundred thousand kids who go missing every year.
I could have, but I didn’t. Why?
I had forgotten to give a voice to those who are lost and hurting, the ones who find themselves in hopeless and helpless situations, those who have had their voices stripped out of their throats and their dignity pulled out of their hearts.
Why are we so caught up in ourselves? The Christian community is, for the most part, completely oblivious to the world around us. We are called to be a light in the darkness, yet our lights are quickly fading. We are called to be the hands and feet of Jesus, yet our feet are firmly planted in comfort and our hands are stuffed deep into our pockets.
Instead of wishing on stars to fulfill my selfish desires, I am determined to give voice to those who have none. Today this post is dedicated to “the least of these” I am called to reach.