But I don’t want to get invovled

I used to think that it took a grand gesture to be involved. I had to be able to open a homeless shelter. I had to be able to pay for many school lunches.  I had to recognize every situation of domestic abuse. I had to free hundreds of people the sex trade. I decided not to be involved. And then I realized….

The kids say there is a girl at school, she is always hungry. They want to share food with her.

But I don’t want to get involved.

There is a widower next door, his kids live far away. He looks so thin and dirty.

But I don’t want to get involved.

The kids down the street, yeah they always dress in rags. I just sold my kids clothes.

But I don’t want to get involved.

This guy at work is terrified of working overtime.  He rarely speaks to anyone.

But I don’t want to get involved.

The other day at the grocery store, a woman with her 3 small children had to put back groceries. It was just the cake for her daughter’s birthday.

But I don’t want to get involved.

The guy walks down our street all the time.  He carries that backpack and bedroll.

But I don’t want to get involved.

The little hungry little girl, might cost you ten extra dollars a week.  But I am strapped. Perhaps you know someone else that can pay the extra money.

Guess what, you just got involved.

Maybe the widower next door, his wife bought all his clothes.  You could show him where she bought them. Maybe she did all the washing and cooking.  It only takes a few minutes.  Maybe other people in the neighborhood can help.

Guess what, you just got involved.

Those kids down the street, they are just a bit smaller than my kids. I can give my kid’s old clothes  to them.

Guess what, you just got involved.

The guy at work, His wife is sick.  Sure he could use the over time, but it doesn’t look good.  All he really needs is someone to share his burden.

Guess what, you just got involved.

The single mom at the grocery store, even if you can’t help her alone, maybe the person behind you can contribute.

Guess what, you just got involved.

The guy with the backpack and the bed roll. He lost his family, and just needs someone to tell him that he is not alone.

Guess what, you just got involved.

Sometimes I write to bring awareness. Sometimes God sends me someone to help. Sometimes I need help. It doesn’t require a huge gesture, but if God calls you to it, he will see you through it. Being involved means you don’t walk around in your own tiny bubble. It means that you see the world around you and help whenever, wherever you can. Sometimes help is just a kind word, telling someone who has worked hard on their hair that it looks great.

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