sweatshops. justice. homeless.

I'm going to start this entry with one bold statement. 

Beyond compassion lies justice. 

How can we call ourselves compassionate followers of Christ, when a desire to bring justice isn't in our hearts. We mock the homeless and turn our noses up on a lifestyle that saved our wreckless souls. "How can we worship a homeless man on Sunday and ignore one on Monday." 

That lifestyle being that of Jesus... he WAS homeless, and yet we don't care about the homeless more than a food drive here and there.  Yeah, food is cool. But what about broken hearts and bare feet? Yeah, you did a great food drive with your church or school, but our attitudes towards justice aren't seasonal projects. They are what we are called to do. 

Mother Theresa said,  "Poverty is not created by God, but by you and I, because we have not figured out how to love."

Real "Christianny" folks are rockin' Jesus t-shirts, promoting His name and advertising Him to the world, but what we don't realize is the actual shirt we are wearing was made in a sweatshop somewhere. Ridiculous. The WWJD bracelets were most likely made in China with complete ignorance to any labor law or even a minimum wage. Made by children, forced to weave more "Christian" products into our "Christian Nation's" over-consumptive fiber of a being. There is way too many "Christian's" in this paragraph. While I'm on it, we should also stop focusing on striving to be amazing Christians (only used 3 times in the Bible).  Jesus was crucified for much more than us just to follow some rules than we have so carelessly named "Christianity." Do not get me wrong, they are great guidelines to live by. But He died for much more. Bearing our cross daily, is not safety insurance. In fact, following Jesus is NOT SAFE. The only promise we can cling to is that the best place we can be is in God's will. That says nothing about safety. 

"There is no more dangerous place to be, than for a Christian to be in comfort and safety, detached an isolated from the suffering of their neighbor."

We don't need to open our eyes. We just need new eyes. 

Eyes that asks questions about the things they consume and where they come from. 

We all have some work to do. 

Goodnight. 

Chadwick.