According to Isaiah, our faith must be
practical, and not merely pious.
Is not this the fast that I choose:
to loose the bonds of injustice,
to undo the thongs of the yoke,
to let the oppressed go free,
and to break every yoke?
Is it not to share your bread with the
hungry,
and bring the homeless poor into your
house;
when you see the naked, to cover them,
and not to hide yourself from your own
kin?
Then your light shall break forth like
the dawn,
and your healing shall spring up
quickly;
your vindicator shall go before you,
the glory of the Lord shall be your rear
guard.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will
answer;
you shall cry for help, and he will say,
Here I am.
If you remove the yoke from among you,
the pointing of the finger, the speaking
of evil,
if you offer your food to the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the afflicted,
then your light shall rise in the
darkness
and your gloom be like the noonday.
The Lord will guide you continually,
and satisfy your needs in parched
places,
and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water,
whose waters never fail.
Your ancient ruins shall be rebuilt;
you shall raise up the foundations of
many generations;
you shall be called the repairer of the
breach,
the restorer of streets to live in.
I like what C. S. Lewis had to say about
this in a letter to his friend, Dom Bede Griffiths, written on December 20,
1946….
It is one of the evils of rapid
diffusion of news that the sorrows of all
the world come to us every morning. I think each village was meant to feel pity
for its own sick and poor whom it can
help and I doubt if it is the duty of any private person to fix his mind on
ills wh. he cannot help. (This may even become an escape from the works of charity we really can do to those we know).
A great many people (not you) do now
seem to think that the mere state of being worried
is in itself meritorious. I don’t think it is. We must, if it so happens, give
our lives for others: but even while we’re doing it, I think we’re meant to
enjoy Our Lord and, in Him, our friends, our food, our sleep, our jokes, and
the bird’s song and the frosty sunrise.
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