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Thoughts from World Awareness Week

By a REACH participant

A few weeks ago, in REACH training, we observed world awareness week at the RIC. This was a week where we are asked to try to experience a world that is more like the general population of the world, something outside of the "American Dream." We ate nothing but rice and beans for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day of the week. The power only came on occasionally (which was the only time we were allowed to use our computers). Our mattresses were taken away, so we slept on the floor.

These are not exercises to punish us or make our lives miserable; they're designed to make us more aware and empathetic of how most of the world lives. They're reminders to pray. I've compiled some thoughts on this subject, and I really feel like this is what God has been laying on my heart.

A Child Dies

A child dies and no one cries,
For his tear-filled eyes were daily passed by.
He walks the streets, sniffing his glue,
The only way his pain is subdued.
Until one day on his numbing high,
he never returned, it captured his mind.
...A child dies and no one cries.

A daughter in a dark room where there is no light,
Beaten and bruised, she's lost the will to fight.
Her innocence is sold at the highest price,
Everything stolen from her, even her own life.
...A child dies and no one cries.

It started one day as only a cough,
Now he stares at what's soon to be his coffin.
Being overlooked as a child on the streets,
His only companion is his HIV.
...A child dies and no one cries.

The child that watches while his parents die,
The little girl considering suicide.
The one that struggles just to survive,
...These children die and are simply passed by.

If God's kingdom belongs to children as these,
Why do we pass by them, as if they're a disease?
It's true we couldn't possibly save them all,
But I can save one... and that is my call.
...A child dies... And I've chosen to cry.

What do we mean when we say, "Father, break my heart for what breaks yours?” Do we ask him why he doesn't do something about this? Or are we afraid to ask that question because he might ask us the same thing? Let's spend time praying together for the least, the last, and the lost this week.