Just another rich, white person?

As I drove the impoverished streets of the neighborhoods of Niamey I could not bear to look at the faces of those that I passed. "Another rich white person," I am sure they were thinking about me. I was disgusted by the fact that I have so much more than they will ever have. What makes me deserving? Uhhh! I wish they would see the love that I have for them! I wish they would know that I am different! I am not here to take what I can, and flaunt my privilege! I love them! Jesus loves them! I was feeling very powerless. Then, I thought, "They will know." "They will see Christ in me. They will know." As the Holy Spirit calmed my fears and let the disgust leave my heart I began to pray as I drove for all the people I passed. Food to eat, health, jobs, Christ in their hearts. The prayers of love were comforting me as God made sure I knew that he cares about them. He is drawing them to himself even now. I just have to follow my calling and share the love that Christ has for them. I am not a miracle maker, here to bring money and make it all better. That is impossible for a person. I am to love them. Simply love them.