I was following minute-to-minute coverage on the Cairo protests today from several different sources. The mix of emotions was just astounding. Part of my heart grieved for these people, but a larger part of me looked at them with admiration. What cause am I passionate enough about to risk death and injury? What do I care enough about to know that my own life means nothing when compared to the cause? Then someone on twitter (@theplayethic-who I don’t follow but I’m so glad I saw this) posted this photograph:
Something broke loose as I looked at this image and I began to weep. There is something, yes, beautiful about people risking their lives for freedom. Something about it resounds within us.
[pullquote]It contrasts so rudely with the lack of passion and conviction in my own life.[/pullquote] It is not difficult to say we are passionate about something, or even to feel passion, but to live our passion, through discipline, sacrifice, or study is a different story. Does the investment of my time reflect that I am being faithful to God’s call on my life? How can I simplify my life so that those things that I feel passion for become the things that I live with passion for?
Thank you, wonderful strangers, for demonstrating to us what it means to believe in something with all of yourself. I am inspired by your dedication to your cause and I am praying that the peace and presence of Christ will be made known to you.