Watched a movie with some younger siblings tonight. The main human character pines after his talking chipmunks, eventually rescuing them from the greedy man who wants to make money from them.
I sort of thought, “suck it up sister, they’re just chipmunks”, but its a kids movie. The main point of mentioning it is that I sort of thought, well, that these kids that I’d looked after, their lives are in danger – not physical danger. I know this because I have seen it. But now I can’t do anything about it – or can I? I want to send letters but James 2:16 keeps pushing itself into my consciousness:
““If one of you says to him, “Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?”
What good is it? Why should I send something; I’ve still proven to them that I won’t be there for them, I’m like every other white fella; comes, goes. Can’t trust. Can’t become really attached. Kids know that becoming too attached to someone who will eventually leave them is a risk, but I think they believed me when I said I’d stay, that I was coming back…
about my life, how I see things and other boring trivialities
Caleb, do you feel that God has called you to work with these kids?
Either way, if I were them, I know I’d prefer a letter than nothing
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I don’t know right now. I did feel that I was doing Gods work, but he shuts and opens doors. I guess a situation like this could be taken as a sign. I’m working at preparing myself for future work, whatever that is. It is, however, hard to let God be in control. When the early Christians were persecuted they scattered throughout the world, bringing the gospel wherever they went; and the church grew. I think I am where I am meant to be – otherwise why would I be here – but it’s hard to reconcile that with my feelings.
And yes, I am sending letters; I can’t not.
Caleb.
p.s. thanks for taking an interest; I know there must be a lot on your mind right now too.
If a letter is all you are [i]able[/i[ to DO , then its not the same as just ‘wishing them well’. ‘Wishing well’ is sorry but quickly forgets. It doesn’t keep them in your heart and mind constantly, filling the pain with prayer since it is the one thing that can be done constantly. Love them through your letters Caleb. They will know you keep caring. Then you are not like just every other white fella…..
Thanks Jess, dear sister.
Thank you for your advice. It’s what I had already resolved to do but its nice to hear it from another mouth; you know when you have to do something, but feel wretchedly unable to make it happen? That’s when such encouragement is so needed. I wanted attention, I must admit it. I wished someone else to care for a care whose owner was myself. I got that; thanks again.