Last time I ended with a question: At what point does I can’t do it all become an excuse for not doing all I can?
Your thoughts?
I think a good deal about the horrible evil of human trafficking. I know there are children, right now, who are trapped in a life of sexual abuse, with no hope of escape. And yet, as I sit in my nice, safe, comfortable office, it’s far too easy to distance myself from their awful experience.
Far too easy to console myself with “at least I did something.”
Jesus said we would see him among the victims of injustice. I wonder if “at least I did something” is what he had in mind when he said, “Love… with ALL your heart, and ALL your mind, and ALL your strength.”
I wonder.