Disturbed

This weekend my roommate and I looked around our room and decided it was a pit--so we cleaned, for only the second time this summer. (Shhh, don't tell our mothers!)

We vaccumed, dusted, picked up the room and took the trash out to the dumpter-about three small bags worth.

We were quite pleased with ourselves and sat down to admire our clean room. My roommate suddenly got up from the couch and rushed to the window. The trash bags she had just thrown in the dumpster where being torn open with a knife and rumaged through by an unidentifiable individual. The person sorted through our trash keeping a few jars and other knick knacks and then throwing the rest back into the dumpster. We were both a little disturbed by the incident.

Working at the ISU library, I see the same thing all the time--people sorting through trash cans taking bottles and cans and any other useful item they can trade in for a little money.

Another incident was just yesterday when I saw an individual holding up a cardboard sign that said, "Help the Needy".

The person wasn't trying to flag down cards but just stood there calmly under the scorching hot sun holding the sign and squinting off into the distance. Again, it was a disturbing picture.

I tried to think of why these incidents should disturb me so much. Is it because I could never imagine myself doing those acts or could never imagine myself in a desperate situation? Or is it because it forced me, in my comfortable everyday life, to realize that poverty is all around me.

It is easy to ignore poverty when we're not directly affected. It is easy to be disturbed but then do nothing. That isn't what we are being called to do though.

The National Call to Service: United We Serve, goes from June 22nt-September 11th and asks all of us to help and to stop ignoring needs in our community.