His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I have no idea what’s going on. Nothing really new there—there are just some moments when I am more clueless than other moments. My thoughts are all over the place. I do not have any new years resolutions this year, except to be content without all the answers.

There is nothing more clear in the Bible than our duty to care for the poor. So why is it just an option for some people? Helping others out is “nice”, but if it’s not “your thing” that’s okay too. WTF. Caring for the poor is not an option… for anyone!

But, that is especially true for people who claim to be Christians. One of Jesus’ most famous sermons, Sermon on the Mount, is mentioned in both Luke and Matthew and Luke says very clearly, “Blessed are the poor, woe to the rich. Blessed are the empty, woe to the full.”

When Jesus says “Blessed are the poor” he’s summarizing at least 200 places in the Old Testament that refer to the poor… I just don’t understand why it’s okay to live in luxury while others die. I keep thinking one day I’ll get it. One day I’ll wake up and meet someone who can explain it to me. Maybe explain capitalism in a new way and I’ll be like “okay, I GET it now.” But I keep waiting for that ONE argument to help me understand more clearly why this world is in the shape its in and people aren’t rioting in the streets.

How did we fuck it all up SO much?

God said to Israel, “If there be any poor… do not be hard visted… be open handed. Give generously and do so with an open heart… give till his need is gone.” (Deut. 15)

I have no pity for the poor- they are exactly like me. I see me when I look at them. They are not people to be “helped.” They are people to be loved, and for me to give my life for because if the Bible is true—and a lot of times I think that’s a big if… THAT question is TO BE CONTINUED)—well, if the Bible is true, that’s what I must do.

Here goes..
Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows fall
Why should my heart be troubled, When all but hope is gone?
when Jesus is my fortress. My constant friend is He.
His eye is on the Sparrow, and I know He watches me.
His eye is on the Sparrow, and I know He watches me!

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