A few years ago, I boarded my first of many flights to Africa to serve some of the world’s most vulnerable people. Despite many preparations, I was still not ready for my initial confrontation with desperate poverty.
I felt the shame of my own comfortable lifestyle while these precious people went days without food. I felt anger at the injustice of predatory men taking advantage of vulnerable women. I felt love of and protectiveness over the children who soldiered on after their parents died from AIDS.
After I returned home, I threw myself into helping these new friends. They had problems, and I was determined to provide solutions. I resolved to better the physical circumstances of as many people as I could.
While I was motivated by compassion, my initial response to their poverty was incomplete. By God’s grace, He has given me a better response to injustice.