Good Gracious, God!
How hard it is to “hear” the story of the Irish Famine from a real live human being! We are not designed to do numbers. One million dead — or was it two million dead — they are just numbers. It has no reality. But, put a fellow human being in front of us and have her tell her story — then it becomes REAL.
Today we were on a replica of a famine ship. It was a sailing ship used to transport cargo that was outfitted for transporting people. Steerage was what it was called. That meant four people to a bunk 6 feet by 6 feet and the bunks were upper and lower. There were rules about how many people were allowed based on the ships tonage. But young people were counted as a half and children weren’t counted at all. There were maybe 150 to 300 people in a small area. The food was biscuits — hard tack — and raw oatmeal which they could try to cook on deck.
These were the lucky ones. They left. Some had the passage paid for by their landlords. Some had family in America.
Well, I tell You, God. I feel convicted.
Because, it isn’t just the Irish — way back then. People needing help are all around us. “Needing Help” — that is a bit of a euphemism isn’t it, God. There are people starving. People dying of preventable diseases. People without hope turning to drink or drugs. Sigh.
I remember the end of Schindler’s List — with Oscar Schindler crying out: I could have done MORE! I could have done so much MORE!
Well, yes, God. I CAN DO MORE!
Oh, GOD! Please turn our hearts TOWARD YOU! Let doing Your Will be a JOY to us — light a flame in our hearts!