Before my experience in Egypt, I honestly didn't care about poverty or the injustices around me (or perpetrated by me). I might have said I cared, but my life didn't say so, and we all know which tells the truer tale. For me [poverty] was just that: a word, a big, dark, abstract concept. It didn't really mean anything.
Then I lived with poor people for 5 weeks. I saw the ways that they were oppressed by the structures around them. They are without escape.
Then I started actually paying attention when I read books like Amos, and parables like the sheep and the goats.
Now [poverty] isn't just a scary thought to be subdued by distancing acts of charity. No, now [poverty] is faces and names. It is people that I love and value. And that changes everything.
Now, poverty affects me, and I must do something about it.
This is what God does. He loves the unloved. Values the unvaluable. Makes worthy the unworthy. Gives hope to the hopeless.
What about you?
This is what the LORD Almighty says: 'Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another. Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the alien or the poor. In your hearts do not think evil of each other.'