In a time when the nation is calling for peace and encouragement, when we are calling on those with authority to make big moves and drastic changes, I sit here and ask myself what can I do? How can I contribute?I live in a small town in the smack dab middle of Illinois with (let's face it) very little diversity. I grew up in a larger town with a little more diversity but still not nearly the level I would have had if I grew up in say, downtown Chicago. Still, in the time that I lived in suburbia, my family was exposed to a lot. My parents always called our house, and still do, heart break hotel. My parents, and indirectly my siblings and I, were hosts to single moms, Mexicans, Germans, Icelandics, black people, ex-convicts, drug users, alcoholics, and the list goes on.
Something I learned from my parents, and the one thing always rang true at heartbreak hotel, is that Jesus loves every one of us. Not because of our past, not because of our future but simply, because. He died for each one of us. My parents were never going to turn someone away because of their perceived inadequacies or struggles. Every single person on this earth has won the Lord's heart and He yearns for you to know and feel the depth of his love. So, obviously, that is what my parents do. They love. They love anyone and everyone that walks through their doors. They serve. They serve those who can't afford. They invite homeless people to our Thanksgiving dinners. They provide housing for people who can't afford it. They love. In this way, we have always seen God's love lived out through them.
The world is a mess but I vow to do what I am able. Let's be real with each other and better for it.