I have a friend who lives in Democratic Republic of Congo. Luc is a fine young man who was my translator when I taught at his seminary in Kinshasa a few years ago. He has tried on numerous occasions to acquire a visa to come visit my family in America. But Luc's application has been repeatedly denied. In the face of this rejection, I love his perspective . . .
I am a prisoner in my own country ~
a victim of God's design.
But oh, what a lovely victimizer,
who has never allowed me
to walk the streets naked
or go to bed without at least a pinch of a loaf.
With Thanksgiving only days away, many in my country will take time to express their gratitude for the many good things that fill their lives.
And, if they are like my own family, they will sit down to a Thanksgiving feast, with culinary delights prepared to perfection; to consume a couple of day's worth of calories in one sitting. Incredibly, they will save room for the array of desserts to be enjoyed later in the evening.
But this Thanksgiving, Luc's words seem to echo in my head. I am convicted of my own indifference at times toward those less fortunate. I am challenged to check my assumptions ~ what things in my life I take for granted as rights, when they are, in reality, privileges.
Luc's words bring an renewed awareness this season of how often I forget that I too, am a victim of God's design ~ that He is the one who provides this life filled with so very many comforts and conveniences. He made me who I am and allowed me to be born in this nation of plenty. This Thanksgiving, I want a heart focused on His design. I want to be fully aware that I am nothing without Him.