Faithfulness and the Super Bowl

I'm hoping none of you were at the Super Bowl and watched the halftime show. 

And if you did, I hope you were overwhelmed with a sickening feeling in your gut, and a crushing burden. 

Did you know that the Super Bowl is the #1 place for human trafficking in the US? 

And the halftime show was blatantly flaunting that. 

Ropes. Cages. The satanic symbol. Children falling at the feet of a pole dancer. 

And incredibly, all in the name of feminism. 

If this doesn't sicken you, make you want to cry, then look again. It openly is the work of the devil. I would liken it to the circumstances Amy Carmichael faced in India.

This is sin. This is atrocious wickedness. This is a very heavy darkness. 

And Americans applauded it. 

It sickens me. 

Normally I'm not looking to be the next Amy Carmichael. But this has me looking. 

But while I grieve this atrocity. While my heavy heart prays for the freedom of those captured children, while I want to get all ripped up about it, God points me to the people before me.

It's interesting. That when we are worked up about a national crisis or atrocious sin, that is when it's the easiest to forget the task before us. 

Cheerfully changing another diaper. Patiently guiding a student. Graciously interacting with others. 

We unconsciously decide the little doesn't matter as much as the big. 

Am I saying forget human trafficking? A thousand times No! 

But while your soul is grieved and your crying out to God for their freedom, don't forget the faithfulness in front of you. 

And don't forget those gripped in the hand of Satan.