Why or What?
Why does poverty exist? Asked my oldest son. We had just stopped at the store where a sweet little girl not much older than Bri was sent to our car by her Mother, where she begged us to buy a bag of mushy, pink tomatoes (which I bought, and then threw away, sigh). Then pulling out of the parking lot, we saw a friend from Las Aves, a sweet old (like really old) lady carrying a large sack on her head, with her rowdy grandson trailing behind. We knew it was filled with hand made items her and her daughter had made, and that she was headed to the park to sell in the Friday market. We also knew she returned home many Fridays with not an extra peso in her pocket, despite all her hard effort to get there.
I must admit, I don’t think much about the question of why there is poverty. I know that God loves us enough to give us free will to live how we want. As a result of that their is lot of things God never wanted us to experience, including poverty, sickness, deep sadness and so many other things. When man choose to sin, he unknowingly chose life to be lot harder. Poverty is just a result of that. That’s what I told my son.
His question rang in my heart all day… and stirred up another one, a much more important one, in my opinion.
What are we going to do about it?
This question has always been on my heart, and I imagine as long as I face the reality of people struggling to eat day to day, it will never leave. At least I hope not.
As follower of Jesus, I simply can not ignore those who live with so much need.
If you are like me and can’t ignore those living without, please watch out for my next post… I have a way you can help!