We spilled tears, as the buildings fell. A stark reminder of the fragility of human life. We smiled when we saw the resilience of a nation, as she licked her wounds. We turned to the one source of healing. We re-connected with God. Why did it take something so heinous to make so many people evaluate their lives? Have we strayed so far from God?
When a child asks you what happened on that fateful morning, how do you respond? We ponder these questions and so many still don't have an answer, they have gone back to their old ways, their comfortable routines. We seem to forget the message that resonates across the earth. God calls us to love our neighbor as ourselves. It is one of his commandments. Even as we are torn by war, Christians have an inherent duty to share the gospel and reach new disciples for Christ. That is a goal which our creator placed upon us. Yet there are some who are plagued by hate. They do not live by the law that God has laid before them. They look upon those who are different with venomous ire. God loves all of us, he does not discriminate, yet we discriminate in His name.
There are many people who wouldn't venture into the dark inner city. You know what I am trying to say. We have many of our citizens who have been denied the chance to experience the life changing Gospel of Christ. We as Christians need not be afraid to sow the seeds of our faith.
Jesus loved all people the lepers, the adulterers, the poor, and the destitute. Christ loved those
who the world rejected, yet today many people choose to neglect the poor. They choose to leave them to fend for themselves. I was in North Philadelphia the other day witnessing the gospel to a girl who was working the streets. She was interested in what I had to tell her. God put me in a place I would not normally be, to witness to someone who I would not have even thought to witness to. It's amazing when you can see the true power of the Holy Spirit at work. That girl had a glow and she began to ask questions. I planted the seed of Christ within her. Had I not missed the train I never would have met Kristi. I felt that God had been calling me to take his message to the streets, much like was done in Jesus' time. A white man preaching the gospel to denizens of others who normally don't hear it. I took a risk but I felt the Holy Spirit working within Kristi.
I try to give to charitable causes. I, along with a very dear friend of mine, sponsor a child in Gonaves Haitii. Last year I was working full-time as a mental health therapist. I was making a decent salary. I always thought about sponsoring a child but until January I chose not to act upon it. I was interested in buying new games for my Dreamcast, or the new Apologetix CD, or hockey tickets. Those are all nice things to have, but I wanted something more. I began to cotribute to Bible League, and finally after many months of indecision I broke out my wallet and co-sponsored a child through "Compassion".
I knew that I wanted to make a difference for Jesus Christ, which became my motivation. Christ gave the greatest gift of all to mankind; His love for all people. The true message of the gospel seems at times to fall on deaf ears. Remember the parable
of the sower, the sower plants the seed (which is the Word of God) and then it has to be nutured by a loving person who will help it to grow. I feel that if we are going to be a Godly community, let us cast aside the hate and the selfishness that have become staples in our consciousness, and let 09/11/01 serve as a wake up call to remind us of things that really do matter.
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