Notes to myself while reading (specifically from p. 130 of the book “Enough: Why the World’s Poorest Starve in an Age of Plenty” by Thurow and Kilman)…
๐จ๐พ๐จ๐น๐ฌ๐ต๐ฌ๐บ๐บ ๐๐ ๐ช๐น๐ผ๐ช๐ฐ๐จ๐ณ… most people, myself included, really have no clue as to how much of the world lives out their existence on a daily basis. I know I don’t. I forget that the comfort and convenience that is so common in my life is the exception for much of the world. However, while “awareness” seems reasonably actionable (e.g., I spent 90+ minutes watching “The End of Poverty?”), the more troubling challenge is that of “๐ฐ๐ต๐ซ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฌ๐น๐ฌ๐ต๐ช๐ฌ.” Not knowing is one thing. But knowing and not caring is a uniquely different problem. ๐ฏ๐ถ๐พ ๐ซ๐ถ ๐๐ถ๐ผ ๐ด๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ท๐ฌ๐ถ๐ท๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ช๐จ๐น๐ฌ?
I guess the first place to start is with a long, honest look in the mirror. How do I make myself care more, how do I combat my own indifference and apathy, when the pull towards a lack of concern and sympathy can be so strong at times? To be fair, it is not exclusively a lack of compassion per se as much as it is one of distraction, I think. Time, like anything else in life, is a scarce commodity. It can be consumed so quickly by the press of life. The “discretionary” time that is left becomes increasingly valuable and before I realize it, I have spent what little I have left on the temporal and ephemeral. Hours become days, weeks, months, and years that are simply thrown away. Personal disconnect and a lack of community further compound and exacerbate the struggle. Soon my circle of concern is reduced exclusively to those with whom I share a sense of strong affection. Certainly, nothing wrong with that sense of familial love, but ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐น๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ “๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต” ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ? And how do I persuade others to do the same in their own?

Part of that answer for me is found in a quote from Winston Churchill, “The price of greatness is responsibility.”
Too often we see only ourselves. Our problems. Our needs. Our wants. (I know I am oftentimes guilty of seeing only myself and forgetting about others.) Transfixed by our own reflection, we fail to see the larger image. We forget we all are part of a greater whole. Part of a family. Part of a community. Part of a world. Part of a Kingdom. Specifically, part of God’s Kingdom. We desperately need to open our eyes and see beyond ourselves. Created in His image and destined according to His purposes, we are all responsible to the world around us, to those around us. If we would once again be great, we must also be responsible.
Now, it is beyond time for me to stop looking in the mirror and get to it. There is a world around me that is waiting.
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