Can You See Me?

Modern Life is so diverse. At a Wine and Waltz event last week, I noticed that as the winery representative introduced the wines, the intimate group of 28 sipped their glasses. She explained the terrain where the vineyard grew the grapes, the various methods for creating flavor and even the carbon footprint.

A few people asked clarifying questions. Dinner was exquisite. This group of people came together to enjoy the evening in fine apparel and discussed dance steps. The room was dimly lit and very lovely. Gentle music played as we ate.

It was so beautiful, but I kept thinking about the atmosphere and affluence represented in the room.  The contrast to what I know to be happening in other places was so powerful.  I have spent a lot of time exploring WWII and the preceding years.  The propaganda, the disparity of class and the push for a culture disconnected is just as prevalent today as it was in the 1930s.

I watched my husband dance.  He and his friends enjoyed themselves immensely. I enjoyed watching him too.  All the while though, my mind shifted to the poorest of the poor, the slaves and victims of human trafficking. They live a hellish life.

The lights in the room were up and down, depending on the activity.  They changed the intensity so often, my head was pounding.  So, I sat still.  I observed the room. The wealthy people that were there and the reason they were there was a fascination. Was I one of them?

I drank water all evening.  Too sick to eat and in too much pain to move, I smiled and chatted. Some of the others were talking about the charity work they do and the hobbies they have. I listened and asked open ended questions.

I wondered if I was making connections with people to accomplish some great purpose.  Would there be a time when I could present a plan that required funds and persuade others to join the cause, similar to those who worked to save people during the second great war? I desperately hoped so.

Our country is in real trouble.  Society has bought the lies of utilitarianism and socialism, fascism and we are going to pay the price.  Our children are being killed for convenience or because of a left hand that was malformed. Our secondary victims of rape, incest and trafficking are expendable, even by pro-life advocates.

We are in an economic bubble. The stock market is propped up, but when the young men and women find out that the baby-boomers expect to collect, they will learn quickly that it is being operated like a giant Ponzi scheme. Our government is moving us into more and more dependance on energy form sources outside of our own. There is unrest in the streets all over the world.

People are being brutally, publicly killed because they don’t agree with Islam. The Russian President is out of sight. China is hacking our electronic infrastructure. People are being treated as commodities and not the priceless treasures that they are. Each person is of inestimable value. Every one has purpose.

I cannot help, but think of the God of the Bible. What I know is that He wanted to be in relationship with people so much, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever would believe in Him should not perish, but have eternal life with Him, in His unending love in heaven.

The Word, the Will and the Great Conspiracy consumed me. I believe the Bible. It says the God gave us free will.  So many people have chosen evil and death. Some people see current events as disconnected or at least random, but I think there is more to this world than meets the eye.

I had no desire to see these people go without, but I did want to tell them of the plight of others and advocate for them in hope that those with the means would open their hearts to release the resources to rescue those drawn to the death.

I’ve always thought I was a nobody; a throw-away, even now I struggle with the fact that I know so many people are so lost and alone. If you’ve read my story, you know that I am a child redeemed from the pit of hell. I wandered the streets wondering if anyone could see me. How many more are out there?

I just want to tell people that they are important, valued and worthy of great love.

What will you do when it’s time to pay the piper?