I’ve spoken a lot about making changes in this world. Small changes make big impacts. I probably have said that a few times here and there. Through my posts about Compassion International and other social justice efforts, I’ve mentioned the need out there in the world. It’s overwhelming, endless, heartbreaking, and in your face everywhere you turn these days. I honestly don’t know if I can believe someone when they say they had no idea. It makes me scratch my head in bewilderment. No idea? Really? Overwhelmed to the point of paralysis – yes, I can believe that. I’ve felt that. Maybe it feels like something far away from your bedside. It doesn’t really affect your world. I can understand that. Wonder what you could possibly contribute and other more capable people are already taking care of the problem. I’ve wondered and thought it. But, no idea? No, I don’t buy it.
So, why? Why do I try to make a change? Why does my family believe that they should do something and that they are capable of doing something? Why should any of us?
The need is overwhelming and there isn’t always someone else to step in to help. I cannot rely on the myth that someone will do something. I might be the only one in that situation who can and is willing to do something. Why risk it? Why risk the chance, no, the life of someone I can help? I may not be able to do everything, but I can do something.
A lot of little things add up to big things. I keep hitting on this point again and again. I’m probably annoying a lot of you out there because of it, but it’s true. Little efforts make big impacts. Sometimes the only thing I am able to do at the moment is raise awareness. Sometimes I can’t reach in and lift that person up with my own two hands. Sometimes I don’t have the financial means. I always have a voice, though. I always have the ability to say something; to bring it to everyone’s attention; to call someone somewhere to action. The thing is, that small effort of mine – the effort of saying something and not remaining quiet – does make a difference. It really does. And the dominoes start to fall, and change starts to happen.
I act because Christ acted for me. While I was his enemy, he reached out in compassion to me and made the greatest impact in my life. I’ve said it before, but I used to be a very angry person. My views toward the world were hostile at best. Jesus changed that. So dramatic was the change inside of me toward love that I cannot keep it all inside. My vessel is too small for such large love. I know that sounds cliche to many out there, but it makes it no less true. I act because Jesus gave me a heart to love the world around me. I cannot standby and watch. His love asks for my action. My love propels me to do something, anything. Even if it’s just to write incoherent blog posts like this one.
That’s why my family tries to make a change, why I try to make a change. Hopefully this ramble of mine makes sense. I would love to hear your thoughts.
Why do you act to make a change? Do you, or do you feel overwhelmed or under equipped to do anything? Let’s talk about it, and maybe we can help each other be positive agents of change.
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