Tonight, in a different area and circumstance, a man I watched on television spoke of his difficulty in earning a living after suffering unemployment, and even worse, suffering the loss of his son in Iraq. He was asked how he got through the pain, and he said his answer was "easy" to come by. His faith, his God, made each day possible.
Also this week, I heard and saw an interview with a Syrian man who was called "Daniel"; he so passionately and touchingly spoke of the horrible atrocities in his country, and asked "Why won't someone come to help us?"
I can't physically go to help any of these people. However, especially when I think of "Daniel" and his question, "Why won't someone come to help us?", I know that it is my responsibility to help someone, in some way. It is just too easy to get wrapped up in the little complexities of my personal daily life, and act like there's nothing I can do for anyone else. The truth is different. What God calls me to do, I know He can give me the ability to do it. My action must be to obey.