I have been witnessing much over the past week, familiarizing myself with the sorrows of this world. I interacted with kids who were suffering from neglect and poverty. I built houses for people who call metal tins their shelter. I met kids who have been abandoned by their parents for various economic reasons. Did these situations shatter my heart? Yes, they did. Even though this is my third time in the Philippines, these scenes do not fail to evoke a sense of sorrow within my heart. Actually, now that I think about it, I think these scenes leave such a strong impact on me primarily because this is my third time in the Philippines.
I have witnessed much, but I haven’t done much in any sense. Sure, I built some houses, fed some kids, and served the afflicted – but how much do these count if I have done them in my own strength and wisdom? My faith is in God, and I believe that He had arranged me in the right situations and in the right moments during the last week. I believe that it was Him who accomplished His will when my hands were holding that shovel, I believe it was Him who blessed the kids when I was scooping that porridge- I believe it was Him who comforted the afflicted when I was serving them with a broken and scattered heart.
I have witnessed much, but I haven’t done much in any sense. Sure, I built some houses, fed some kids, and served the afflicted – but how much do these count if I have done them in my own strength and wisdom? My faith is in God, and I believe that He had arranged me in the right situations and in the right moments during the last week. I believe that it was Him who accomplished His will when my hands were holding that shovel, I believe it was Him who blessed the kids when I was scooping that porridge- I believe it was Him who comforted the afflicted when I was serving them with a broken and scattered heart.