
I have never experienced the horror of watching my family being pulled into the streets and hacked to death. I've never felt the sorrow from seeing one of my sisters being brutally raped. I look at my life and I realize that the truth that Christ spoke of is so evident in my own life.
The thorns, they choke me. The laptop, the car, the bigger paycheck. I can feel their bloodletting grasp growing tighter and tighter. I pray and seek for the sake of appeasing my skin instead of my God. I find myself complaining to the Lord because of a bad day.
A bad day is realizing I could not find food, and now my family must starve. A bad day is having to bury a son or daughter because the evil deeds of men have reaped yet another life in this world. A bad day is not what so many of us have ever experienced.
I am a worthless man compared to those heroes who, day by day, suffer for the faith. I am no one. My dreams are for fame and vanity, God have mercy on me.
I've heard it said that He, our Great God, does not choose those who are capable, only those who are available and He makes them capable.
For what it's worth Lord, here I am.


