It’s so funny, seemingly ironic, how a subject haunting my mind and pervading my heart is often verified when I open up my Bible, and without even trying, I turn to black and white print that speaks the very same thoughts I had as I poured my coffee just minutes before.
As one of the last people on the planet (okay maybe this is a hyperbole, but it’s how I feel) to see The Help, I have been almost speechless after the images of injustice were burned into my brain last night. Normally a book haunts me more than the movie. Movies rarely do books justice, but though the story line was almost word for word, the book did not sting as much as the visual affects.
Oh Lord, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?
Especially when we are sinful to the core. Selfish. Prideful. Hateful. Even in the name of religion justifying our own desires or tradition no matter how wrong they are. As humans, God has given us so much power.
The kind of slavery that played out on my TV screen may not be an issue in America today, but injustice is still alive and well.
I am overwhelmed when faced with the bigger picture of injustice: poverty, human-trafficking, religious persecution etc. I may not be able to change the world, but I can change the way I think and act.
Each of us have a choice every day. Me or my neighbor.
Hopefully we’ll choose Love.
What were your thoughts after seeing the movie? How did it affect you?
Grace and Peace,
andy
