Sometimes I’m hurtin’ and I’m burdened when I’m gazin’ inside
Cause I ain’t concerned with other persons, the foundation is pride
Feel like a fake and a lie
It’s like my comforts of my Lord cause I be raisin’ Him high
Until the day that I die, I surely struggle with this apathy invading
I try to front, like I’m Mr. Compassionate my ratings are high
And meanwhile these folks is hurtin’ everyplace, I should cry
But I lose sight like bullets grazin’ my eyes, what should I do now?
When I drive through my city, and I see these folks’ hurtin’
Yea, I’m certain that I care ’till I’m home and close the curtains
It’s like they ain’t even there, man my heart is so disturbin’
I should be prayin for ‘em, findin’ ways that I can serve ‘em
The bottom line, Lord I’m praying I’d be on the grind
Pursuing service, never out of sight, out of mind
Preaching truth and tryin’ to model my Lord ’till He’s back and them knees hit the floor
— Trip Lee, “Apathy”
If I do not realize the immensity of my blessing, how can I give proper thanks to the Giver? If I have not experienced suffering, how can I sincerely love those who are suffering? If I do not meet and seek relationships with people who are hurting, how can I love them? If I have not experienced the humiliation of exploitation, how can I adequately find a solution? How can I claim to love Christ if I do not love who and as Christ loved?
I will, therefore, be homeless for the next 48 hours. Please pray that God would align my heart with His heart for the poor.