Many of you have seen this image or one like it, likening the current crisis in Aleppo and Syrian refugees to that of Jesus and his family, fleeing to Egypt. They haunt me and tear my heart as a mother. It’s so incredibly unfair. I think a bit part of my frustration isn’t really that the problem is so big or that I’m too small to fix it. My frustration lies with my complete lack of action. Innocent people are dying. And I am doing nothing. This is happening even the world celebrates the birth of Jesus… of God-with-us.
That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honour & truth were trampled by scorn-
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
I know that God doesn’t need my help to save the world, to save the children, the mothers, the fathers and brothers and sisters or any single person who has lost anything and everything. God doesn’t need me to participate in order to save Allepo. He is powerful enough to do that.
“WHY? If God cares like I understand that he does – WHY doesn’t God intervene and save them?”
And the immediate reply in my heart is this:
“WHY – if you love God and you care deeply for his people – WHY do YOU do nothing? Why aren’t YOU intervening?”
And I am crushed.
When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn-
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
What will I risk? I am called by Love himself, by the One who tears through my own heart, to love; to risk.
To birth love. To extend hospitality. To love my neighbor.
I wonder if some of you are called to the same.
The poem mixed with my blog post today is ‘The Risk of Birth” by Madeline L’Engle.