Pondering

I was sitting in the dentist's chair lightly under the influence of nitrous oxide, and I got to thinking. Why did God choose to let me live so blessed? Why am I not in a refugee camp in Africa waiting for a food distribution? Why do I think a hardship is having only one car to drive?

Is is because God knew that I was too weak to live in such conditions? Is it because if we traded places the less fortunate one would not find his way to God? Or is it because the refugee is in reality blessed too. Will he have more rewards in heaven? I could come up with no answers and my sympathy towards those who have nothing while I have so much almost made me cry right there.

I did not ask to be born in America or to be so rich in possessions and food. But I thank God that I am here and that I live where I live. But I don't want to forget about those who have nothing (and I'm not talking about someone who doesn't have enough money for a computer or gaming system, or brand name clothes). I think that I will use some of the money that I was going to buy presents with and buy something for one of the least instead.

""The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'