Seek justice,
encourage the oppressed.
Defend the cause of the fatherless,
plead the case of the widow.
Isaiah 1:17During my senior year of college, some friends and I started having some conversations about poverty. I know--most college students spend their time conversing about more frivolous things. We had plenty of silly conversations too. But we began talking together and thinking together about what God was asking us to do about the needs we were learning about around the world. We read books about poverty and talked about them together. One that I will never forget is
Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger. Don't read that book unless you're ready to be shaken up a bit. As I think back, I think those days and those conversations were part of a growth process for me. I started to learn more about poverty around the world and ask myself--what can I do about it?
Incidentally, D. was a part of that group of friends. This is one reason why I fell in love with him.
I've grown and changed quite a bit in these last 7 or so years, but this passion has grown with me. One of the changes in my life during these years is that I've become a mom. I have to say that as I think about my sons and what I want for them, I want more than anything for them to grow up to be compassionate men. I want them to be men who seek justice and speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves. I have asked myself how I can teach them this, even from a very young age. As I've thought and prayed about this, I have come to realize that the most important thing I can do for my sons is to model for them. If I am a person who seeks justice, hopefully they will learn do the same.
What can I do? Sometimes when I ask myself that question, I feel so hopeless. There is injustice all over the world, starting close to my own home. Sara Groves' song, "When the Saints" articulates this: "Lord, it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind/ it all can overwhelm me/ but when I think of all who've gone before me and lived a faithful life/ their courage compels me/ ...and when the Saints go marching in/ I want to be one of them." I like her choice of the word "compels." The more I grow in this passion, the less possible it becomes for me to ignore poverty. I cannot do a lot on behalf of the poor around the world, but I can do a little. I can make small moves.
I have begun to lead a small group of college women at the Wesley Foundation as we talk about God's heart for justice together.
I try to slow down and notice the poverty in my own small town. I try to look people in the eye when I might just want to pass by them as quickly as possible.
I try to make small changes in my habits that impact the environment because the first to be impacted by environmental issues are often the poor.
I try to spend less and give more. This one feels really hard sometimes.
We volunteer as a family to deliver meals in a low-income area in our community.
None of these actions is going to be earth-shattering, but I do know that I have been changed by the small actions of others who I admire. Maybe someone out there will be changed by my small moves as well. I hope with all my heart that my sons are the first to be changed.
By the way, it is no accident that our son's name is the same as the author of such an amazing call to action. If you are trying to guess the name of our second child, you might think of other prophets, priests, or teachers who spoke about God's heart for the poor.