
It was Spring break when I was at Zwak’s place. On a Saturday morning, while waiting to hang out with my friends, Young and Pio, I was pacing back and forth having a conversation with God. The theme of the week seemed to be children, especially those in the city of Wilmington. It seemed like everyday I’d have a conversation with or about young people in the city. When I was young, I’d ride into school with a mix of people from the city and suburbs of Wilmington. I wasn’t much better off than anyone else on the bus, but I’ve always had an abundance of hope. That week I spent in Delaware, it was apparent that hope is what makes change possible, but where does one’s hope come from when change seems so unlikely?
How have we shielded ourselves off from the needs of our neighbors? Growing up, no one around me cared about other people’s problems. No one ever told me that there was anything I could do about it. I mean, what do you do? Why spend effort on something, when it won’t make any difference? I wrote about these worries when Pio had his birthday donation drive for the Haiti earthquake.
God highlighted a problem: “people in the city of Wilmington need change.” What happened after that wasn’t much of a solution, but more of a better idea of why and how these people need change.
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