24.9.11

a world of difference over the ocean

It’s strange to think of how things are different across the ocean.

On a map, you’ll see a bunch of squiggly lines and colour-coded blobs that signify the countries in which we live.

Seeing pictures, you’ll find deserts. You’ll find war, you’ll find tall buildings and stone statues.

People. You see black people, you see white people. People who are smiling and people who are crying.

Words. For some a normal vocabulary is to say how things are cool and awesome and amazing.  Other people, “Guilty,” or “Innocent” are words commonly heard and spoken. “Run for your life.” “I’m sorry. Nothing could be done.” “I regret it.” “I’m sorry.” “Forgive me.”

When you talk to a person, they know from a perspective you may not have seen.

Things aren’t the same. Circumstances are different. Living where I live, forgetting to bring a lunchbox to school is a tragedy. Six hours without food? How will we survive? Cross to the other side of the world and you’ll see people the same age as me… walking thousands of times to drink dirty water and starving desperately, wondering if miracles are even real.

Boarding a boat, a last chance at freedom. Fleeing the place where you will face certain death. Arriving at the destination, only to find that you’re not allowed in. Because the country leader says they don’t want you. That this place isn’t where you belong. There is no-where else to go. If people were to speak out, things could change. This would change.

If we spoke out, people would live in hope.

Our prime minister speaks, it seems that’s the final verdict.
But it’s not right, because that is how dreams die; no chance to lift up and fly.

We’re called to live a life of love. Just as Jesus did. Just as Jesus does.

Change. The world can’t keep spinning in these same circles.

Dear World,
We’re people whom God created. He loves you and He loves me.
We live in different places, we speak different languages and we think different.
But we’re called to love each other. I once heard someplace that love is the universal language.
Put everything else aside. Think of Jesus, God’s son. Remember that as He walked on this same ground as we stand today… that He didn’t keep people away. Some said, “Take those children away from him.” But Jesus looked at them and said, “Let the little children come to me.”

Close your eyes. Picture yourself, fleeing from a war-ridden country. People who care nothing for your survival. Yes, I know, I barely understand. But I’m trying.

On a boat. Desperately praying for a chance, an opportunity. Landing in a country – Australia. You don’t care where you are, long as you are safe. But the news comes. You’ve been found, and they’re sending you away. Because they don’t want you here. You can’t stay. “Go someplace, someplace different.”
They don’t care for your desperate plea, your dying family. It doesn’t matter – only that their own place remains the same.

It doesn’t have to be the same old, same old, forever and ever. We don’t have to be afraid and hide and just stand watching from the outside, our own places of security.

God made this place. He gave us our hearts, and the desire for a spirit of unity.

So can’t we change things?
Is God calling us?
His people, His world?
To love one another?
To accept one another?

Strength is for service, not status. Each one of us needs to look after the good of the people around us, asking ourselves, "How can I help?"
That's exactly what Jesus did. He didn't make it easy for himself by avoiding people's troubles, but waded right in and helped out...
 May our dependably steady and warmly personal God develop maturity in you so that you get along with each other as well as Jesus gets along with us all. Then we'll be a choir—not our voices only, but our very lives singing in harmony in a stunning anthem to the God and Father of our Master Jesus!” Romans 15:2-6 [The Message]

6 comments:

  1. It is so hard for me to imagine myself, a lower-class American teenage girl struggling to liver for lack of food, lack of LOVE. Even though here in the US, my family is considered "poor" I know that all around the country, including people in the US{!}, we would be thought of as rich. I never have to go with out food, and if I do, it's because I don't want to have to get up and try to decide what I want to eat of the vast amount of food in our pantry. I am SOOOO very thankful to God for what he has given me and my family. :)
    Ps: the different blog look is cute :)

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  2. I'm not sure if my last comment worked so I'm going to try again.:) I just wanted to say that this post was awesome. I went on a missions trip to Africa this summer and it was amazing to see the thankfulness of the people there who have nothing in this world, but so many treasures in Heaven! It was hard to relate to them at first...they look different, talk different, and act different than us Americans (or Australians☺), but they have the same God as we do. I learned that God is the same God no matter where you are and He wants His children to be unified. Thanks for this post, Emii...I also believe we can change the world...not on our own, but with the help of the God who gives us strength. Please send up a prayer for our brothers and sisters in Africa and all over the world today...let us love like he loved!♥

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  3. Hey, Emii! This is Nicole from Mrs. Rue's blog...I know, I haven't commented in a while.

    Anyway, I wanted to say that I am really loving your posts!! They are amazing. I had a question about this post, though. Towards the end, you said 'Is God calling us? His people, His world? To love one another? To accept on another?'

    The thing is, I believe that loving and accepting are two different things. And let me say ahead that I totally do NOT want to offend you, I just want your take on this, if you would be so kind. :)

    I think that if I said that I accept people the way they are, that's like saying that they can be or do or believe anything, and I'll still accept them even if it's not believing in Jesus Christ as the Son of God and Savior of the world. It's close to the world's idea of tolerance - you do what you want to do and I'll do what I want to do, as long we're not offending each other.

    And I think that love is more towards the fact that Jesus loved and loves us with a love that says, "I can't accept you the way you are, but I'll love you so much that I'll help you change." God can't accept us or our actions, because we are sinful and He is sinless, but He still loves us, as you very well know. :)

    So, like I said, I don't want to come off as harsh - please don't take this the wrong way! I'd just like to hear from you on this matter...sorry this was so long!

    Hope you have a wonderful week!!

    God bless!

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  4. Hey Nicole,
    Okay, so, originally I had this three hundred word reply -- then I was like, "What am I talking about?"

    So here's what I've got to say. Jesus came to earth and He loved people. No matter who they were.

    That's what I'm trying to say. We just have to love people unconditionally, just like Jesus did. I want to spend my life becoming Just like Jesus -- and when I go to Heaven, I will become just like Jesus. Jesus is preparing us for His Kingdom.

    People see Jesus through love. God will do the rest. ♥

    Thanks for the comment, by the way! :)

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  5. Haley -- wow, that would be such a different, amazing experience to go someplace like Africa. And thanks for sharing... "It was hard to relate to them at first...they look different, talk different, and act different than us Americans (or Australians☺), but they have the same God as we do."

    That is so true. And what you said -- we do need to become united. As one, in Jesus. Have you heard that "We are the Body" song by Casting Crowns? I don't even know if it's called that, but it's a great song. Actually, I think I'll post it as my next blog post!:)

    Praying. Prayer is so powerful.

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  6. Trinka -- I know. That's why what Haley did -- go to Africa -- can be so... good for us, you know? Because I spend like, a whole minute in front of the pantry, go to the fridge, back to pantry... and walk away, because in the first place I wasn't actually hungry, just bored -- and none of the food actually appeals to me. I mean, really. An experience of seeing how some people live gives people a whole new perspective on life, doesn't it?

    I'm just gonna stick close to God. Because He knows all, and He's the one I'm following. He's the one who teaches me how to love, even when it's hard.

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