I can't stop thinking about the family that we saw at BigLots the other night- a young guy probably my age, his wife, and their 6 or 7 year old son. They looked like a regular family- in fact I didn't even really give them a second look. After we got in the car, Michele said, "Did you see... they bought a jar of spaghetti sauce for a dollar and a package of spaghetti noodles for a dollar." That was their dinner. $2.00. That is all they had to spend on dinner that night.
My heart breaks. I can't get them out of my mind. How can I sit so comfortably in my house with food all around me- a glutton for all intents. How can I even think about working my whole life just to please myself- just to save enough money to own a house I can call my own- I can possess. To pour all my time and money into me when there are so many people out there that can only afford a $2.00 dinner. I can't stand it. I can't stop thinking about it. Life seems too short. Life seems to significant to spend it making a fortress for myself.
And they aren't the only ones. I know I can't give them all food and a house, but I can give them something so much more. I can help them find the love and hope and peace that I feel lately. The deep-rooted love and care of Jesus in my life.
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