I don’t
mean to say the acts of mercy are obsolete, but the promise of heaven is too strange
to inspire action today. I do not doubt charitable intervention is vital for
society: feeding, clothing and sheltering the needy; visiting the sick and
imprisoned; bringing hope to those grieving and suffering. What I don’t understand
is why a reward is necessary, when Heaven remains forever unfathomably beyond
comprehension. Would parents love children more if offered a bigger home or a better
car? Is heroic patriotism motivated by prize, or justice by treasure? On the other
hand, it escapes me why some people swiftly become charitable when diagnosed
with a terminal illness. In this respect motivation is everything. If we assist
others for a reward, then we are like mercenaries selling ourselves to the highest
bidder. Likewise, is it humanitarian work if we seek promotion or election? Our
motivation must be sincere for our actions to be worthy.
Everyone must
do their part to improve society by offering their time, talent and treasure. Let’s
build our future by correcting social structures that are unjust, create
exploitation, force subjection and are labeled deceptively as “just the way things are.” I looked below
a row of parked motorcycles: there were cigarette butts, cans, candy wrappers, even
one sandal. Why? Since nobody took ownership of that gutter, it has fallen into
indifference and abandonment. Further, there’s a careless father who, every
night, flicks a spent cigarette downstairs before entering his home. Would he
do it inside? Humanitarianism takes the care we have for our home, the love we
have for our family, the pride we have in our achievements and makes them a lifestyle.
Only when every service is respectful, every place is home, every person is
family, will we be able to truly say, “Your kingdom come, your will be done, on
earth as it is in heaven.”