It Starts with One

It's funny how often i feel that in order to truly express myself,

I need to write my thoughts down.

When my thoughts seemed jumbled and too blurry to make out the details,

Writing brings clarity. . .brings out brilliant colors in the grey areas of the picture.

So, here I am again. . .after a long absence,

Writing again. . .searching for answers, and clarity.

But where is the clarity in this mess of a world?

There are so many things I struggle with. . .

Things I don't understand.

I don't understand why families choose to be torn apart by anger and resentment. . .

Lives woven together by love,

Then ripped apart by selfish desires and refusal to practice some humility.

Why do children starve to death in our most populated cities?

Surrounded by millions of pounds of food. . . 

Is our attention drawn away from them on purpose. . .or is it just accidental?

Will we take responsibility for our mistakes?

We so easily brush off the tugging hand of a begging child,

Claiming "If I had extra money I would help."

As we walk in to our favorite restaurant for an overpriced meal.

Sexual immorality is popular. . .drugs are the norm.

Lying and cheating are taught to children as they watch these habits

So carefully illustrated by their peers. . .and their government.

Christianity is looked upon as a crutch. . .a weakness,

But with the church over run with hypocrisy,

Is it not deserving of such criticism?

This world is a mess. . .

Things have to change. . . .

Who is going to change it?

It starts with You. . .and me. . .it starts with One.