I was at a roadside gas station and rest stop. The whole place was very noisy. People were all walking around without looking at each other. They only had their own purpose in mind. They either wanted to go to the restroom, get food, shop, or a combination of the three. As I stood in the middle of this chaos, I was frozen for a moment of sorrow. I realized that there was more food at my fingertips than I could possibly want or need and at the same time there were people in the world, like in Ukraine who had no access to food at all.
I felt so blessed for my life and yet so sorrowful for the suffering of my brothers and sisters in Christ. Then, I looked around and wondered of the hundreds of people all around me, did anyone else know what I knew? Did anyone else care?
As I continue in my journey of faith, I realize that my path is my path alone and it is unique only to me. However, I am also starting to learn that in this life, my path isn’t a straight line that never intersects any other paths. In fact, as I walk along my path, it intersects many of my paths of my brothers and sisters in Christ. I see the paths of many. Although I cannot compare my path to others and I cannot judge the path of others, I can empathize with my brothers and sisters in Christ. I can love them because inside of each of them is the light of Christ.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
