It was a discouraging weekend in the news. The earthquake in Japan. A bus crash in New York killed 14. Libya continues a descent into chaos. When the world seems to be going to pieces, it can sometimes leave me wondering why I bother to write at all. When the world is filled with such desperate pain and need what do my pitiful words matter?
But here’s the thing. I feel called to write. I feel led to write. And if writing is what God has given me to do, then I guess I’d better get to it. I don’t know how He might choose to use me. Just because I see something that needs doing over there, doesn’t mean I get to stop what I’m doing over here. I want to make a difference, but I can’t on my own. I have to trust that God is making a difference through me–even if I can’t see how.
So, as the world goes to pieces, I’ll keep writing and going to work and going to church and praying. And maybe God will call me to help in some other way. But until then, I have my assignment . . . and instructions to not be alarmed.
Matthew 24:6-8 – You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of birth pains.
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Oh, my goodness! I was just talking about that very scripture this past wk end!
And I have felt the same way you have felt. When we see so much suffering, it can indeed cause us to shift focus. I also believe that if God has given us the spiritual gift to write, then we must heed His calling. Perhaps, we WILL make a difference to someone through our words. If our motives are in accordance with His will, the opportunities to serve will be limitless.