You know what makes my head spin? Big scale, worldwide problems. You know, like pandemics and prejudice and growing numbers of displaced people. If these things were a headache, they’d be throbbing right now. When I think about the complexity of these problems and the impact globally, I feel small and sometimes that smallness feels scary. I can’t even pretend I can fix this.
So I turn my thoughts. When I’ve just heard a heartbreaking story or read a statistic that shakes my core, my helpful brain starts picking at the problem, looking at it from different angles, trying to find a solution. While this is completely appropriate, the minute I sit back on my heels and admit my impact will never be enough, I turn my thoughts.
Jesus, help us. Protect us. Heal us. Convict us. Change us.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. Ps. 121:1
Yes, speak up for justice. It is our calling. But don’t forget to pray about it too.
When you do, you’ll remember God is bigger than all the troubles on our planet and She cares too. You are never alone in the fight for God’s kingdom to begin on earth now. Jesus declared it when He was here, “On earth as it is in heaven,” and He’s pleased with His followers who earnestly work to make that the reality within their sphere.
We are yoked up with God.