So, maybe it wasn't a direct act of fighting for justice. It's not as though the women and children were being oppressed by the government and that we busted in and freed them. It wasn't much. It wasn't elaborate. It wasn't even planned out. All we did was run around for the better part of two hours, but it was something.

Thinking back to God's heart for justice, He doesn't discriminate...He doesn't give priority to different types of injustice. The small is just as important to God as the big. That was a lesson that I needed to learn. One look into the eyes of a two year-old mesmerized by dozens of bubbles floating through the air and it all changed. Suddenly, it didn't matter that only four people thought it was important enough to join us. All that mattered was seeing a smile break across the face of a toddler who, the world says, has nothing to smile about.
Two hours with a handful of homeless children...just a tiny drop in the ocean. The world is still going on. And, maybe nothing has really changed, but for those two hours, something so small seemed like the biggest thing in the world, and that's all that really mattered. God is pleased with the small. Small is good.
- Matt
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