I keep hearing strange noises all over the house, but I am home alone for a few days. And I am paranoid. I have a habit of psyching myself out. So, if you’re in my neck of the woods, you might be getting a visit from me…
I’m loving Pandora, even if my music station entitled “Girl Power” has been playing men all day. Check it out.
I just read an article in Creative Loafing about Atlanta being a hotspot for child prostitution. Honestly, I wish I hadn’t read it. I know it’s good to be informed and raise awareness, but I only feel angry and helpless and hopeless when I see evidence of such evil in the world. And not just the “world” in a vague, “out-there” kind of way, the world, as in my backyard. I ask why, knowing I won’t get an answer. Maybe that’s the wrong question anyway.
I want to know why the love of Christ can become so stale and impotent within us.
I want to know why the world isn’t being changed by the passionate force that is his love.
Oh, I know there are little, and not so little, ways his love is working everywhere. There are people (like the Open Door) who are making a radical difference in the lives of those suffering in their neighborhoods.
But I have this image in my head of a little girl whose life is in ruins because she was kidnapped, or ran away, and picked up by a pimp. Thinking about just that one child is enough to tear my heart apart.
I want love to do more, be more, I don’t know…have more of a presence in my life, the lives of those around me, the life of the world.