Our small group sat around the living room, sharing prayer requests. One of the more thoughtful, solemn members spoke up. “It’s hard not to feel the smallness of my problems when I think about the suffering of those in other countries,” he began. “It’s hard not to feel guilty asking for prayer for my little things when people are suffering so much more.”
I considered his words. Of course, he had a point: our group was well-fed—none of us had missed a meal that day. We were sitting on comfortable sofas and chairs in a warm living room with all the necessities we could need. We all had jobs. We all were blessed with families. None of us had ever been threatened with death because of our faith. So his words were good to reflect on; perspective on our sufferings is good.
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