I think it was in the little moments, in sweating through a water filter installation, in holding a baby orphan, in day-to-day conversations with Hondurans that I began to get a sense of direction and of my place in the bigger picture of things. To see the humanity amidst hardship helped me put a face to the adversity and despair that always seems so distant on the news. How often am I blinded by the things and concerns of my immediate surroundings, ignorant of the greater need in the world? Though my time in Honduras brought up more questions than answers concerning social justice and welfare, it also planted in my heart a certain discontent with the day-to-day luxuries that I get to enjoy at home when so many others in the world live off less than a couple dollars a day. To think that in the midst of all this wealth I am always striving and looking for more when I am already so blessed made me realize that the direction in which I need to be looking is not up but down. Who are we to lord over the blessings we've been given?
The call to love your neighbor as yourself and to live incarnationally, not as a First World visitor but as one of them, is blaring and urgent.
What will you do?
"For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me." -Matthew 25:35-36
