I didn’t read the public figure’s entire post, just the first line, “I have a fire in me to change the world…”
It struck me then, how many of us claim to have a fire in us to change the world.
How I claim to have a fire in me to change the world… Or at least some small part of it.
And it struck me all the harder, as I sat there hours later at our kitchen table, still waiting on our son to finish his assignments. The incredibly strong smell of another dirty diaper approached with our youngest son:
How sad is it? I say I have this fire in me to change the world, and yet I don’t have enough “fire in me” to want to change a diaper? I say I have a fire in me to change the world, and yet I don’t have enough fire in me to want to continue to sit for hours next to a child struggling with his schoolwork, while all his brothers and sisters are long done?
Where does the world begin to change really, if not within the very walls of the home first?
What is to say that this young child next to me, is not one who will grow up to truly change the world?
World missions is often no further than a kitchen table.