The situation with all the migrants often goes way over my head as I find it difficult to follow all the politics of the different crisies in various countries – I turn the news on, or go to a news website and see horror after horror, trauma after trauma – and I confess that I often turn it off, overwhelmed at the level of pain and destruction at occurs while I feel so helpless to respond from my safe and comfortable life…

When the picture of 3 year old Alyan took over every screen this week I admit my first response was to avoid this story at all costs – it was too much – I did this for a couple of days until I could avoid it no longer. I stopped and allowed my heart to be moved…broken…disturbed…angry… I let the cry rise up within. Me for this little boys life and his brother and mother who also died in their desperate plight to escape the terror of war – 3 precious lives lost – just 3 of many who no doubt go unmentioned, unnamed. But it’s 3 too many. 

Innocent people caught up in terror or war – victims simply because of the country they were born in to.

It’s easy to turn aside, casting responsibility on to those in other nations, leaving decisions to those leading…maybe we’re quick to have an opinion or to cast a sweeping statement….or to simply deny the problem because it has no direct impact on our day to day life.

I wonder how many times I’ve sung the words “break my heart for what breaks yours”, or prayed “I’ll do anything…go anywhere…” And then sat back and waited for a clear sign on what to do…

The truth is…it’s my choice…I have to be proactive in my response, in my actions…there’s always something that can be done.

I want my eyes to see the plight of the people…I want my heart to break for them…to be stirred to action. I may not be able to “go”…but there’s plenty I can do…starting with being a voice…before people and before God.

Whatever you do…do something… 

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