Three things have smacked me in the face this week that remind me of that truth. First, a volunteer of ours at The Pittsburgh Project had a new grandson born yesterday, but with very serious health problems. Seeing pictures of this little guy struggling for life makes me realize how much the world needs the healing touch, the hope, and the peace only the Lord can bring.
Then I saw an article this week comparing the excesses of Christmas in much of the Western world to the poverty in much of Africa. Having lived there for a few years of my life, the stark differences between the two worlds I have inhabited reminds me of how much I need to be someone who shares.
Then this morning, I was walking past our Middle School bulletin board and the kids have been encouraged to write on the board what they want for Christmas. There were a few things like iPads and clothes and such, but a few of the responses really kicked me at the core of my soul. One student wrote "My Dad" and another wrote "I want my brother back..." I realized how privileged I have been to be nurtured in a family that has not been ravaged by the realities of inner city poverty and crime. And I realize, again, that out of my abundance I am called to give.
So I guess what I am saying is: All I want for Christmas is to have the heart to give and the obedience to do it...