Last night, as my husband and I were driving home from a wonderful Bible study, we noticed that our gas tank was nearly empty The light hadn't come on yet, so we figured we were ok, but still we wanted to find a gas station. So we get to one station, it was closed. But there was another one just a couple miles further up (away from the city) so we drove there. Closed. We decided that we could probably make it to Sandy, unfortunately we were on Bluff Rd. A back country road between Gresham and Sandy.
We began to worry when Darren said "did the car just lurch?" I couldn't tell because my foot wasn't on the gas pedal. But in just a few short minutes we found ourselved slowing to a stop on the side of Bluff Rd. In a ditch. At 10:15 at night. Can I say eerie?
Thankfully one of our friends was able to bring us gas, but it would take about 25 minutes, because he had a hard time finding a gas station that was open too.
The thing that interested me was that we saw several cars that night, and about half of them stopped and asked if we were ok. I was so thankful for that. But it was interesting, we could tell which cars weren't going to stop. We could see their cars at a stop sign, it would sit there for 10 seconds or so, as if contemplating what a pain it would be to stop and ask, or just figuring that we have it under control, then they would drive off.
Even though we did have somebody to help us, it was such a comfort to know that we weren't alone. It was a comfort to know that there were very caring people in this world. It made me think that I want to be one of them. For some reason my heart sank when a car drove by. What if we were in real trouble? Who would help?
This afternoon I watched a short video called "180." It made me realize how often I am driving by. Everyday thousands of babies die in what is supposed to be the safest place in the world- their mothers womb. I have not given a voice to the little ones who cannot cry on their own behalf. And you know what? They do have a great King who is looking after them. He is their protection. But I know that same King is calling me to stand up for His creation.
I cannot hear of what's going on, and think to myself "O those poor babies, my heart goes out them, but I'm just one person. What could I do?" I have spent too much time believing (not outwardly, but definitely inwardly) that it was a lost cause. Murder is NEVER ok. Never. And it's not lost.
Jesus forgive me for turning a blind eye to evil. For turning my back on the helpless. For not protecting those who cannot protect themselves. For not standing up against a government who has given murder an approving nod. Teach me how to go about speaking up for for these boys and girls. By Your power Jesus.
Amen.
