Why?

This question runs through my mind for the last few days.
I’m asking it with no expectation or longing for an answer.

The tragedy in the Philippines, taking the lives of so many people. I’m asking Why?
The brain-washed child-soldiers in North-Uganda. I’m asking: Why?
The situation of so many young women trapped in prostitution. Why?
The amount of man abusing vulnerable children in the sex industry. Why?
The violent persecution of so many people around the world for their faith. Why?
The pain and tears of family and friends over sickness and death. Why?
The over 35 million slaves around the world on this very day. Why?
The increase of suicide around the world. Why?
Too many homeless children trying to survive on the streets. Why?

I feel helpless. I feel powerless. I feel guilty.
Because, at the same time I’m having these thoughts….
I’m worrying about what to wear today.
I’m thinking about how to be successful at work.
I’m a bit chilly and bringing in an extra blanket.
I’m guessing what will be best for me.
I’m trying to figure out some theological questions.

Why? I don’t know why. And I might never know.
But this ‘Why” brings a thought to mind. It changes something in my heart today.
It makes me thankful for all the things given to me.
And challenges me to search for ways to give to others of the much given to me.

I am asking myself – why Nadine? Why can these things happen.

How can this world be changed?

Only when my heart is changed.