I'm not sure I heard this phrase until I moved to Seattle. It's just not in the southern vernacular at least not in my neck of the woods. I was taught to care about people and help out when I can, but somehow that didn't translate to being concerned with "social justice."
About 10 years ago, I remember specifically praying for God to make my heart bigger. And I'm seeing some growth. I think about bigger issues. I care about things that didn't even used to register in my heart and mind. I want to help people in other countries. I see my responsibility extending to the world, not just my family or my group of friends. I sometimes recycle. I am starting to understand how meeting physical needs goes hand-in-hand with meeting spiritual ones. But I have a long way to go. I don't quite get Mother Theresa. Or silent monks who just serve communities in mundane everyday ways. That kind of selfless service is foreign to me. But I don't want it to be.
The good news to a hungry person is bread. Desmond Tutu
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