I remember the first time I asked this question. My family and I were visiting relatives in Mexico; I was 8 years old. We drove by a large dirt yard where a leaning and bent chain-link fence kept in a horse and several goats. There was trash everywhere. We made a right turn in our car as my face pressed against the window, staring at the filthy mess. We continued on, but my thoughts drifted to my nice green yard and the beautiful pecan tree that rested there. There were no trees here. There was no green. As we drove, my eyes locked on every child we passed. Dirty, ill-fitted, mismatched clothes dressed all of them. There for the first time in my life, my little 8-yr-old mind asked, “Why me?”
Eighteen years later, the question can still be heard whispering in my heart. Why was I born into privilege? Why was I born in America to a middle class family who has never gone hungry a day in their life? Why do I get to have a bed with several clean soft pillows? Why have I always had clothes that fit? Why did I get to have an incredible education my entire life? Why have I never had to physically toil and strain to survive? Why is the biggest hurdle in my life paying back college loans? Why was I born in America?
Of all the places in this beautiful devastating world, I was born in America. And today, I finally realized why.
I was born into privilege for a purpose.
I was born into privilege to use what I have been given to bless and save others. The gifts I have been given are not the fruits of my merit; they are the GRACES of HIS WILL. They were never meant for me to hoard and rejoice in by myself. They were never meant for my sole pleasure or physical comfort. These gifts have been graced upon my life for the benefit of God’s Kingdom. They have always been meant for advancing the Heart of the Living God.
My education, my talents, my finances, my food, my free-time, my clothes, my home, my country, all of it. If I am a Christian, every aspect of my life should shout so. Every area of my life must be towards purpose. My privilege is for HIS PURPOSE.
These gifts were never meant to be kept to myself. The love of God is not a selfish love. It does not hold back and say, “Mine.” It holds out and says, “Yours.”
As Christians, we are to be the manifest love of our Savior, who himself was despised and labeled. We are to be His Love in human form. I heard a song this morning, and I believe it is what God desires us to be.
“Love is not passive. It’s never disengaged. It’s always present. Love keeps its promises. It keeps its word. It honors what is sacred, because its vows are good. Love is not broken. It’s not insecure. Love is not selfish. Love is pure.
Love does not give its heart in pieces.”
So why me? Why now? For purpose. For Love.
I will not be afraid to love. I will not be afraid to share.
“For we know that for those who love God, all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified. What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” Romans 8
All things will work together for good, if we can just love Him and love those whom he brings to us.
Love. It’s what He made us for. It’s why we are here. It’s why we live. It’s why we are privileged to share.