With all the horror going on in Haiti, I’m reminded how comfortable my life is here in America. God has been so gracious to our country, and I can’t even bring myself to think of the days I haven’t bothered to thank Him for his abundant blessing.

I don’t consider myself to be an overtly selfish person by nature. But, I have been confronted with the nature of being American. In a world that gets by on about a dollar a day, I spend a dollar on soda.
In a world where humans starve to death daily, I fall asleep stuffed and warm, having thrown crusts and scraps away with disregard.
In a world that places value on the smallest of treasures, I take little pleasure in my most expensive possessions.
In a world that has no choice but to be satisfied with little, I pursue bigger and better things because nothing ever seems to satisfy my lust for more than what I have.
In a world full of billions of broken souls, I am so concerned with myself.

And I am so very, very small.