The bearded man on the corner begs for help. I spare no change.
The orphan wishes for a friend. I have no time.
The widow longs for comfort. I cannot provide.
Villages in Haiti and Africa and throughout the globe are littered with poverty.
And here I sit. idle. frozen. incapable.
Oh, there is desire. For I can see the need.
I know you are there bearded man.
I hear your plea, lonely child.
But help you I cannot.
I exchanged my freedom to help you for the shackles of mediocrity.
My need is great, as I am a slave to my poor decisions.
My master sits in my own driveway and is printed on scrolls
written in calligraphy and mounted on the walls of this self-made prison.
To ignore your need in favor of my own is to deny an existence that is
intricately woven into my DNA by the Creator.
But I must keep my master pleased. For I cannot serve two.
I must toil away days and weeks and months of life
Pursuing the dreams of others while suppressing my own in hopes that one day
I can earn my freedom.
Oh that day! I will shout and scream in victory as I overcome the oppressor
I invited into my life with the stamp of my name.
And when I escape the grips of this bondage I have wrapped myself in
The world will know it.
You also bearded man will discover the power that freedom can bring.
Lonely child, you will be the recipient of an investment of time.
And you tired widow will feel the embrace of companionship.
I choose to break loose of these chains an ordinary man carries
and embrace who I was created to be.
I see your need.
I choose you.