Our comfort becomes a sin when we fail to know those who suffer. The more we know people, the more we will love them. Knowing someone changes them from a statistic into a human with a story…into a human with thoughts, feelings, desires, and dreams. This is impossible to do solely through online giving and charity handouts.
It happens through handshakes and shared meals. Through breaking our stereotypes and false expectations. We need to know people who suffer. I cannot allow myself to become insulated to the point where I fail to give, fast, and pray. Where I fail to ask God for my daily bread, because I believe I can provide it for myself. The luxuries of being able to buy what I want when I want it slowly choke out the God alive in me that desires to feed, clothe, and commune with my neighbor.
Do you know those who suffer?
Do you give?
If you suffer, do you allow yourself to be known?
Scripture: Luke 14:13 (NIV)
"But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind."