Why Not Me?

  The next paragraph is something I pulled from my Facebook newsfeed   a couple of days ago.  I read and hear of things like this frequently (it seems all the time lately) from multiple sources.

(names deleted)  grandson, (name deleted), is showing much improvement! He calls the dialysis machine his “washing machine that will let me drink water.” It is so hard for him to understand having to be on IV’s so please continue to pray that his kidneys will start functioning. Thanks! 

I get really upset when I see things like this.  There is a nephew of one of my friends from the insurance agency days who is at St. Jude in Memphis getting chemotherapy.  He is a senior at a nearby school and on their football and baseball teams.  I pray that he will do well, but not everyone does.  My son’s best friend from college died of cancer a year ago.  He was 34.    I wish our young people would apply themselves and go into research and probably cure most of this.  Some do that, but why don’t more?  Perhaps they don’t because they are too into themselves.  We should preach about this.  I should preach about this.  I wish I had done something like that myself, then there would have been some usefulness to my younger and middle-aged years.   Do you remember the line from ‘Catcher in the Rye’?

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all.  Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me.  And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff.  What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff – I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.  That’s all I do all day.  I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.  I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.”  ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 22, spoken by the character Holden Caulfield

Permit me to continue the thought:  Then there are too many of them running and you can’t catch them all and some go over the edge and you are powerless to do anything about it.  Then you start crying because they are getting by you and the tears obscure your vision and you can’t see good now and more run by and fall over the edge and you wish it would all go away but it won’t and the rest of the world is standing at the edge of the field watching it all happen and no one will do anything about it and you cry out “Help me.  Do something.”  But they’re all just standing there and have started talking to each other and trying to impress each other with how important they are and all the while all these kids are falling over the edge and I reckon nobody cares because they don’t try to do anything about it, they just put Chicken Soup stuff on their Facebook pages and think that changes something when what they really need to do is get out in the field and do something.

Yeah.  Why don’t I do something?  Why don’t you do something?

Here’s what God says, through the mouth of the prophet Isaiah:

Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying:

“Whom shall I send, And who will go for Us?”

Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.”

(Isaiah 6:8 NKJV)


How about it?  Maybe the ‘me’ is me.  Or, maybe the ‘me’ is you.

*Photo is Eric’s dear friend, Will, and his mother.  Will died about a month later.


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