On My Heart

Last week was all about integrity, and this week we continue looking at our attitude and continue to examine our hearts.

I will pursue justice, love, mercy, and extend compassion towards others.

This chapter discussed reaching out to the needy, both overseas and in our own backyards. It started with a segment on the women in Uganda and how some are tortured and scarred by the child soldiers of the Lord’s Resistance Army. I found it ironic for two reasons: 1. This book was written way before #Kony2012 and Invisible Children’s push for justice and 2. I had been heartbroken for the women (and children) of Uganda since I first saw the film in 2005 (I think). Justice for others is something that has always been near and dear to my heart. I found myself doing whatever I could to help those children in Uganda (I made hats with little Africas and hearts sewn on, selling them with other kids at my school as a fundraiser) and told everyone that I knew about it. I like to think that I got the movement going in my home church, but I really have no idea if that is true. haha.

Working down in Mexico -- You can see my "Africa hat" with the sewn on Africa. I sewed a heart over Uganda. I can't tell you how many of those hats I made and sold while in college.

Having a heart of mercy and justice for those in my own backyard is much harder. Victims of abuse? Easy to feel that for. Molested children. Same. Criminals. Eh, it gets a little harder for me to feel bad. Homeless. Didn’t they make that decision themselves? That is what I used to think. I had friends who tried to “go homeless” for two days and nights just to see what it was like. They said the helplessness they felt, even knowing they had a family they were returning to, was horrific. You feel so helpless and hopeless. And no one would look in their eyes. One was a lawyer and another a parole officer, but put on a backpack and ratty clothes and people would not even look them in the eye. Hearing their story helped put it into perspective for me. I may not be able to save each and every homeless person; but I can look them in the eye as I pass them outside the grocery store, and hand them a Clif Bar from my purse. How can you show justice and mercy and love to those in your own backyard? What about in the rest of the world? It’s been a long time since I’ve “sewed Africa” onto a hat, but maybe it’s time to start doing it again… or maybe I should stick to mailing blankets to my friend’s orphanage in Africa!

In this post I reference the book The Resolution for Women by Priscilla Shirer.

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