Feed My Sheep
by Julie Walton, Ph.D.
I was thinking earlier today how I’ve never really been hungry, nor afraid that I might never have enough to eat. Oh, I’ve fasted, but, even then, I usually drink tea w/a little sugar to get through the period without suffering a colossal headache. On the 24-hour solo we experienced on the Costa Rica Outward Bound trip, it seemed too hot to eat anyway. No, I am not skin and bones. I don’t have to worry about the quality or quantity of my protein intake. My day to day activities are not fogged by a growling stomach or sugar-starved brain. Oh! How ungrateful I am when I forget that all my sustenance comes from God! When I fail to relieve the hunger of another once I’ve realized his/her dilemma. And, when I remain anesthetized and apathetic to the fact that people are hungry in every corner of this world- even here in my own little corner of West Michigan. LORD! Give us a renewed and fresh desire to feed your sheep, both with real, physical food, and your very own Word.
It’s something most of us never give a second thought about is it? When I grew up in the 60’s & 70’s and we gave thanks and we meant it. Food was not so much a recreational activlity like it is today. We did it tough and I for one appreciate our current standard of living. I feel sorry for the children of today.
Posted by Max on 04/28 at 09:56 PM
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