I've thought a lot about this buzzword commonly known as "privilege," which has shown up in almost all forms of media over the last year.
Nothing slaps you harder out of a first world hypnosis than living in a world that is a walking definition of the words, "extreme poverty."
I recently took a trip back to the States for some much-needed fundraising, family time and to participate in the wedding of my close friends.
Aside from the ice cold blasts of A/C ever present in every, single building and vehicle I enter, the perfectly green and manicured lawns of American landscapes never cease to amaze me. Seeing a piece of trash on the side of the street is a rarity, and in some States littering is even a crime!
It's a bizarre world many of us have been born into. Because you see, no matter you race or social status, being born into a country like the United States, automatically gives you more privilege than the 2.2 billion people worldwide who live on less than $2 USD a day.
In our worlds of luxury, a large majority of our biggest concerns and complaints can be chocked up to trivial at best.
Even as some of us grew up being sustained by government welfare programs, we at least grew up in a country where our government offered welfare programs!
We have assistance for students who can't afford college tuition. We have a healthcare system that now caters to those who previously were unable to afford it.
We have to acknowledge the privilege we have simply because of what citizenship we were born with.
We have to recognize our privilege and make a choice to use that privilege to empower others who were not born into the same privilege.
We hear about these things called injustices, but continue to scroll down our feeds and watch the next funny cat video.
We sip our triple, grande mochaccinos and drown out the world with Netflix.
Liking a cause page doesn't change anything.
Sharing an emotionally driven article or post about current events won't feed a hungry belly or set a young girl free from captivity.
The truth is there are people living in tents made out used tarps and sticks, who have been forced to flee the only places they've ever called home. In the Dominican Republic, Haiti, Syria, millions of people have been displaced within their very nations.
Millions of young girls right now at this very moment are being forced to sell themselves for sex, out of desperation, survival or for fear of their very lives.
We cannot remain passive. We cannot allow what isn't directly in front of us, stop us from seeking ways to not only empathize, but also put a literal end to injustice.
Fighting against the darkest forces of evil is not easy, comfortable or lighthearted, but it comes with greatest of rewards.
We truly rise by lifting others. With privilege comes responsibility; the responsibility to find ways, every day to allow yourself to be poured out. To keep the supplies of you storehouses ready to give to someone who doesn't know where their next meal is coming from.
To use the God given talents carried in your very hands to shape this generation to lift its eyes from the screens and into the eyes of hurting lost, and broken people who need someone to stand beside them.
To use your voice to carry voices that so often go unheard, and extend a hand to someone desperately trying to escape the ashes from the blows life has dealt them.
To come alongside of someone you believe in who has pledged their life somewhere for the cause, and love and support them anyway you can.
Injustice can end, but only when we are ready to drive spokes into the wheels itself.