It starts with me

I've always suspected that I'm a lucky little brat. The past couple of weeks have only confirmed that.

As reported earlier, I'm participating in a leadership group for Benton County. Our meeting this month focused on health and human services, and it was an eye-opening, humbling experience. See, I live in a county of the haves and the have nots. Not only do we have the highest average income per capita of any in the state (save one, according to some), we have the most people below poverty level.

I learned that my picturesque, Mayberry-like town has people living in cars. Our shelter has served more than 2,400 homeless and near-homeless so far this year. People are living on less than $600 per month. Children are going all weekend without food. The average family on assistance receives about $12 a day to feed four people.

I cannot begin to tell you the profound impact this experience had on me. I don't have to pack a calculator when I go grocery shopping. I don't worry that I can't feed or clothe my family. I don't have to look into the eyes of precious children who are going hungry.

The point of this rant? This Christmas, I vow to buy only three presents: one each for my two nephews and my niece. I'm no longer going to go in debt to purchase clothes that never get worn or toys that seldom get used. Those of you who would normally get a small token of my affection should be aware that, this holiday season, you'll be getting only a card. Instead, I'll be supporting local charities and international missions. And I encourage all of you to do the same. Imagine how much good we could do if we merely donated half of our Christmas gift budget to help those who need it most.

Luke 12:48 says it best, "To whom much is given, much is expected." There are so many people hurting in the world. It is our responsibility to reach out.