I originally sat down to write a post about the health care reform package passed this week by Congress. But for some reason, that post didn’t come to mind while staring at the computer screen. Instead, this is what came out.
I’m tired. I’m tired of all the people I see hurting on a daily basis. Multiple people I spoke with today alone; this was one of the worst days of their lives. Maybe not the absolute worst, but it ranks up there pretty highly. These weren’t just “ah, I had a bad day” worst day, but more like a “someone broke into my house and stole my stuff” worst day.
Maybe tired isn’t the right phrase. I’m angry. Angry that we can’t get along, and we end up doing things that hurt others. We do things that cause others to grieve for extremely long periods of time. We kill, injure, hurt, rob, steal. I understand that it’s just a byproduct of our fallen world, but man, it’s really getting old.
I don’t want to see people hurt. Its breaks my heart to see people in pain and knowing that I can’t do anything about it. I’d gladly take their place if I could, but I can’t. There isn’t anything I can say but “I’m Sorry”, and while that’s a very correct response, it doesn’t fix anything. I’m grateful for a God that sacrificed His son so that I don’t have to endure this through eternity, but my nature causes me to want to fix things, and I can’t fix this. At least I don’t see how at this point.
