Why me? Why you? Why us? How come we’re so blessed?
We live in perhaps the greatest country–full of freedom and wealth and blessings and chances.
Why weren’t we born somewhere else? In some non-Christian family?
What did we do to deserve this astounding privilege and opportunity?
Why did God put us here?
Are we somehow better than all the others?
No. We’re not. Better off, yes, perhaps, but not better.
So what do we do?
Go to church, try not to cuss, say our prayers. . .
As Francis Chan said, “Have you ever wondered if we’re missing it?”
Is that what the Almighty One desires?
Do you think He looks at us–staying a few steps behind the world and labeling ourselves Christian—
and goes, “Ah, now that’s what I call godly living”?
What if we weren’t where we are now?
What if we were born in some other nation, some non-believing family?
Would we be better people?
Would we love Jesus more and have a stronger relationship with Him?
Would it be such a struggle to live apart from the world?
Would Thanksgiving become a daily part of our lives, instead of just a day of our lives?
Why me? Why you? Why us?
How come we’re so blessed?
I don’t know about other Christian Americans, but I know that I have struggled with this–taking it all for granted and not being humbled/grateful that God has placed me here, in this wonderful life.
We live in a country where we have freedom of religion, freedom of speech, etc. But are we taking advantage of it? Are we telling others about Jesus, relishing going to church, rejoicing and thanking God publicly (and privately) for it all? And do we really care about our brothers and sisters in persecuted countries, and those who don’t have a Christian upbringing?