Growing up, I was entralled by the stories of men and women who made a difference to the dark places in the world.
Loved reading TIME/Newsweek, newspapers.
Wanted to be a journalist even! haha. To bring to life the stories of the voiceless, the cries of the broken hearted.
Kind of got side tracked with life over the past few years-settling to be comfortable rather than radical.
Yet watching the biography of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, re reading the passages in Isaiah about justice/mercy... am so humbled by his grace of the good life I am living now.
But what about the child prostitutes, the abandon orphans, the cast out.
How and what am I doing here? What am I called to? I don't know...