When I was an idiot kid, I used to think that the visionary saints, the prophets, those with a direct line to God had it easy. At least in this way: that they knew what they were supposed to do. They knew, for certain, God's will. They had it spelled out for them.
Now I wonder if that makes it easier to do. To know that the Spirit entered into them (Ezekiel 2:2-5) and be told what they were to do no matter the cost in no uncertain terms. Exactly what to say that would make a difference.
This week I've been grappling with problems I want to solve -- clear, obvious evils that shouldn't exist in our world -- and then wondering, "What next? What do I do?" I can cry out in the center of town, and perhaps it doesn't matter if they heed or resist (at least in the sense that it's something I should worry about), but I feel more like the people listening.
Others have already sounded the alarm. Others with greater research knowledge and greater scope of influence have cried out in the center of town. Maybe I have connections that could help in one small corner of the world and then again, maybe I don't have the clout to do anything. I certainly fumbled on the project I wanted to take up this time last year. Or was it two years ago?
But I hope, at least, I'm incapable of letting this one go. I hope the Spirit of God has put me on my feet and will do so each time I lose hope and lie down.
I hope that I figure out what the Lord wants me to say or do soon. I hope I heed the prophets words. I really really hope I figure out how to save my town from doing evil. In the name of greed fed by desperation. To children.
Read Help At Any Cost: How the Troubled Teen Industry Cons Parents and Hurts Kids by Maia Szalavitz to learn what I'm talking about. Seriously, please do.
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