In June 2007 I facilitated a meeting with local sector leaders asking the question, “Is now the time to come together to meet the physical and spiritual needs in our community?” (I recognize it is a rather dumb and obvious question. When is it not appropriate to unite in meeting needs?) It was during this meeting that I first learned of the child slavery that is rampant in my own neighborhood, city and country. In the midst of our meeting a question was raised that continues to haunt my thoughts, “Where are God’s people?” It is a question that rings true in our world – “Where are God’s people?” In our nation – “Where are God’s people?” In our own communities – “Where are God’s people?” My dream is that we would answer this question so emphatically that it begins changing the cultural view of the church!
Last week I was interviewed with one of our vice officers regarding the collaborative efforts focused on combating child sex slavery. During the interview the officer was asked, “In your 25+ years of service have you ever witnessed churches rallying around a cause like this and what has it done for those of you on the front lines?” The officer smiled, laughed and replied, “No, I have not seen anything like this and it has given us hope – but I am waiting for it to end.” Those words stung me and motivate me. I don’t want people believing we will rally to a cause, stir up some dust, and move on. For too long the church in the west has been known primarily for their passionate work on the other side of the sea. Do not misinterpret my words – I rejoice for all that has been accomplished around the world. I understand that there is so much more to do and recognize it is our MANDATE to go to the “ends of the earth” (Acts 1:8). But let us not forget our own “Jerusalem, Judea, and Samaria”! We need a GLOCAL vision that lavishes compassion, mercy, hope, and justice both locally and globally!
May we never lose sight of the tremendous needs across the ocean! However, as my brother scribed so eloquently in his poem below, we have too often turned away from those across the street on our way across the sea. It is not an “either/or” but a “both/and” – a GLOCAL vision incorporating those next door and those in another land and culture. My brother’s poem hangs in my office as a powerful reminder of the need in our own backyard:
This Time In Between
“This time in Between
After my birth
And before my death
This time on your side of the sea.
What will you do, Christian?
Will you feed me and defend me?
What if I live across the street, not across the sea?
What if I have taken and beaten and used?
Will you lift me up and rescue me?
Or only those across the sea
.
This time in Between
After my birth
And before my death
This time on your side of the sea.
What will you do, Christian?
Will you shelter me and give me new sight to see?
What if I am dirty and full of disease?
And my sin is here and not across the sea.
This time in Between
After my birth
And before my death
This time on your side of the sea.
What will you do, Christian?
I’m right here in your way
To your work across the sea.
Is your only tragedy across the sea?
I’m right here in your way
To your work across the sea.
Please listen, Christian.
Is my rape less violent?
My hunger less painful?
Is my ravaged, addicted body
My suffering soul
Worth less than those across the sea?
This time in Between
After my birth
And before my death
This time on your side of the sea.
Please tell me
What will you do, Christian?
I’m right here in your way
To your work across the sea.