I listened to a woman on the radio today speaking of stewardship. “Stewardship” is defined as, “the conducting, supervising, or managing of something; especially : the careful and responsible management of something entrusted to one’s care.”
She spoke well of looking after resources, managing our finances, protecting our children, being good stewards of the relationships that cross or paths, the people entrusted to our care, no matter how casual or intimate that relationship may be. We are called to be good stewards of those we interact with in the world. I was already starting to hyperventilate at this point, the kind of collectivism she was speaking of rang true, we really are our brother’s keeper to some extent and will someday have to give an account for that.
“Collectivism,” now there is a politically charged word that some take umbrage at, but in this context we are not speaking of politics and government, but rather our own personal responsibility to take care of our own, and even those strangers in need who cross our path. The story of the Good Samaritan comes to mind. Yes, we are called to do that too, as much as we are able.
I was beginning to hyperventilate before she even got to the part about how we will someday be called to give an account not just for our own selves and our own behaviors, but for the condition and state of the people around us. Yes, we don’t talk about that much, but in faith it is true. We are our brother’s keeper. God’s words haunt me sometimes because He tells Cain, “The voice of your brother’s blood is crying to Me from the ground.…”
There’s a lot of spilled blood. There’s a lot of suffering and grief in the world.
By the time she got to the part about how God will judge His church….and the nations too, I was about done for. That really presses on me for some reason, the idea that we are accountable for the big things too, the things we often try to wash our hands of because we haven’t got much power. Now God of course is merciful and kind, but still this idea that we can separate ourselves from the things that seem bigger than us, like the condition of the church, the condition of our nation, just rings false to me.
Unlike the donkeys and the elephants that can just endlessly point fingers at one another, passing off the blame, I don’t think that works so well with the Lamb.
I am such a wet blanket sometimes, but I honestly have trouble getting on the election band wagon, running political victory laps, or jumping into the fray with much enthusiasm at all because it’s the condition of the heart and soul of the people of this country that I care about and there is such a need for repentance there, as a nation, as a whole, as a united people.
Mercy me, because I, who am not prone to perceive much of anything with sober mindedness, do tend to take that one quite seriously, with some rather uncharacteristic reverence and an acknowledgment of the dire straights we find ourselves in.