Heartbroken and Helpless
Watching the events unfold in Somalia over the last several days has left me feeling two things: heartbroken and helpless. Hearing stories of mothers and children starving to death and mothers finally making it to the border for assistance with dead babies on their backs reminds me of this temporal world and our hope in the life to come. I continue to whisper under my breath Jesus come quickly. God save them.
There is also a crisis here, but it’s a spiritual famine. As I was reading an update on Somalia in the paper this morning, I once again felt heartbroken and helpless but it was over the comments I read from other readers. They said, “you reap what you sow,” “LET THE ENTIRE COUNTRY STARVE!!!!!!” and “OMG!!! Give birth control programs to these people asap, they keep having babies like a bunch of rabbits!” This spiritual death provokes the same prayer in me as the physical death: God save them.
The issues look different but both are evidence that we are in need of a Savior. It may take stripping us of all we have to see our need.