I’d like to start this off by saying this is not specifically about Starbucks, and I will not partake in the insane Starbucks Red Cup drama. I’ll also say that I dislike Starbucks; not because I’m angry and want a stinkin’ snowflake on my cup of coffee, but because of who they support, and where that money would be going. I am not perfect, and I do spend money absentmindedly on things at stores that also give to sinful companies and that sort, but I boycotted Starbucks long ago. They strongly push same-sex marriage, and I’ve even had friends tell me that they were treated badly by employee’s because of their Christianity. That being said, if you decide to get your coffee (very over-priced coffee, by the way.) at Starbucks, I’m not going to shriek at you in anger and demand that you boycott them. I’ve done this at my personal conviction based on personal studies and experiences. This post isn’t about Starbucks, or the red cup, or whether or not we should get rid of every Starbucks ever.
This post is all about the things that Christian’s are failing to do something about. This post is to the people full of so much anger over a cup (a cup, for goodness sake.) and yelling at Starbucks employees and getting angry. Over a cup. This is about the things we could be doing, the things we could be changing, instead of getting angry over a cup.
But if we are the body
Why aren’t His arms reaching?
Why aren’t His hands healing?
Why aren’t His words teaching?
And if we are the body
Why aren’t His feet going?
Why is His love not showing them there is a way?
There is a way.
Jesus payed much too high a price
For us to pick and choose who should come
And we are the body of Christ.
There are hundreds of homeless people. Not just hundreds. Thousands. Thousands upon thousands. Many of them, yes, have done bad things. Terrible things. They’ve sinned. There are countless alcoholics, drug addicts, gamblers, thieves, out on the streets. And I’m not saying to go throw your money at them and be foolish. The Bible says that if a man doesn’t work, he shouldn’t eat. The Bible is very clear on how and who we should give to. But you know what you could do? You could be a witness. You could display His love, you could offer help. Remember, God gives second chances. God gave you a second chance. He’s probably given you far more than two chances. I know He’s given me more. Pray that He gives you His eyes, His heart, His everything. These people are people. They need help.
There are thousands of children in foster care, and in orphanages. As a sister to one adopted little boy and hopefully a little girl who will be adopted soon, it astounds me at how little people care about kids like them. My little brother was born addicted to drugs. He shook all night long, he has problems to this day, four years later. And no one is doing anything. Sure, you may be praying for them, you may be pouting over how sad the situation is, but are you doing something? If you spend the time you spent complaining about a cup (or about how mad you are at a friend, or complaining about your job, or sitting on a couch watching TV, and so on) on these kids, these people without a home…you could make an incredible difference.
It’s Veteran’s Day, as many of you all know. Sure, we say a quick “Thank You” on days like this. We may smile at the man or woman in a uniform as we pass them by in Wal-Mart. We may say we appreciate them, we may cry when we hear news of one dying for the sake of our country, but what more can you do? Give these people the thanks they deserve. Goodness knows we all have some free time. We are wasting time on pointless things, time that could be spent bettering the lives of others. Of making someone elses life seem more worth the living, just as Christ did for people that everyone else overlooked.
The world overlooked the woman at the well. The world overlooked the leper. The world overlooked the blind man, the man who couldn’t walk. Jesus didn’t. He saw them. He took time, precious time, and He helped them. He talked with them. He was willing to talk to those that He knew wouldn’t even believe, like the rich young ruler. He wasn’t concerned with the trivial things. He knew what mattered. Do we?
Psalm 82:3 Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute.
I am the daughter of a homeless man. My father was once a wonderful man. He was kind. He had his problems, of course, just as we all do. I never knew the good man, I only knew the one I know now. He is a drug addict, he has put himself in this bad situation, but does he not deserve the love of Christ just as much as we do? There are always limits to our giving. There is a time when we do not need to give. There are things we can’t give to people like my father (example: you can’t really give a drug addict money, or anything that would enable.) and there are times that the Bible tells us to stop witnessing, even, to not throw what is holy unto the pigs, but can we not get past our ideas of who deserves the love? As a younger person, I would sit and wonder why no one was helping these people like my father. I still sit and see these people and wonder. We are doing nothing. We are wasting our time on red cups and we DON’T CARE about our brothers and sisters in Christ being killed in THIS VERY COUNTRY. We complain about red cups when there are people who can’t even afford a 99 cent coffee, let alone a Starbucks coffee.
How dare we.
We must be the most selfish generation that there has ever been.