I have looked into faces of desperation this week and looking back at me were people who have no voice. Homeless, crippled, addicted, wounded, poor and needy. Each of them are starving for hope and love, but also practical assistance. In all, there is an underlying sense of anger. The anger is often times aimed at specific people but the real target is injustice.
As I walk toward any of these muted ones, I find complete lack in myself. I don’t have enough money, enough resources, enough time, enough energy or even enough patience. What I do have is wisdom to draw all of these things directly from my heavenly Father. He alone is the provider.
Psa 82:3-4 Defend the poor and fatherless; Do justice to the afflicted and needy. Deliver the poor and needy; Free them from the hand of the wicked