Broken Hearted - by Jace HassoldtThere is so much sadness and pain in the world. Many have hardened themselves to it, and look with indifferent eyes upon the outcast, content to live in their spoiled suburbia lives. At times many of us, including myself, think that we almost have to develop an indifference towards the poverty and heartache around us, after all, there is so much of it in the world, so what can we do. We go through our lives, complaining because “how dare Wal-Mart be out of such and such” or “I can’t believe every copy of that movie is rented from Blockbusters!” In essence, we are 100%, over the top, out of control, immeasurably, spoiled, self centered, and enthralled with ourselves, our life, our cars, our toys.
I do not claim to be above any one else, I am just as self-focused as the majority of the people on this planet. Just the other day I found myself beyond angry, because I was stuck in traffic and going to be ten minutes late somewhere. How can I wake up in the morning, look at myself in the mirror, in my 3-bedroom apartment, walk down to my Dodge Charger sitting in the parking lot, and drive off to my full time job, and even begin to think of gripping about a single thing in my life.
We are called to be heartbroken for the things that break the Lords heart. If we can look around the world and see the pain and suffering, and still walk our daily lives untouched, then we are completely out of tune with God and with his heart. How can we see pictures of children, covered in dirt, barely wearing clothes, starving and dying, and yet we flip the TV channel, or turn the page in our magazine. We should be WEEPING at the sight of such things. We should have such an overflow of emotion that it humbles and breaks us where we stand. A child that did nothing, in no way deserved any of what life has handed him, who was born simply into a broken and shattered world. A child left on the streets, unloved, sick, hungry, abandoned, who may never even know what it is to feel the comfort of a hug. Think about it, to that child a hug would be a luxury. It would be the lone show of love and tenderness that child may ever receive.
Two years ago I traveled to Durban, South Africa, for a missions trip. While there we worked on an orphanage that was run by a pastor in the area. One day they got a call from the government saying there was a child that needed picked up. We drove into the middle of shantytown, and got to the lone building there, surrounded by barbed wire, and picked up a three year old boy that had been abandoned. As we got in the car he had the stare of a person that had seen a lifetime of pain. He wouldn’t touch you, wouldn’t smile, would laugh or play, he just sat; his only belonging the shirt, pants, and stuffed animal he had with him. Through the next week I held the boy every day at the orphanage, I played with him, walked with him, talked to him, and each day the smile on his face would grow just slightly. By the end of the trip he would not let me put him down. No matter where I went I would have to carry him with me. When it came time for us to leave I set him on the ground and tried to walk away, but he chased after me and began crying. He grabbed my leg, pulled on me, screamed, but I had no option. As I left I turned and looked back down the hill. In the middle of the yard stood this boy, he looked up at me, crying, and dropped to ground. Never in my life have I seen such heartache and sadness. That boy knew I was leaving and would never be back, and with me went the only love he had ever been shown in his life. To this day I can remember it like it was yesterday, and I can’t think about it without weeping.
I have gone on to long, and rambled I’m sure. So I will simply end with this, we should live each day broken hearted for those around us. And we should remember that even the smallest display of love could mean everything to a child