"So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you..." (Matthew 7:12)
I think if my children were starving I would like other people to go without their cake and instead put the money towards bread for my children.
What do you think?
Subhumanoidal already touched on this, but I always find it ironic that calls for higher moral callings and self-sacrificial standards of living (such as the one presented here), are so often done so by people typing on the internet.
In other words, somehow, they have access to electronic devices, electricity, and access to the internet, but yet are calling for OTHERS to sacrifice what THEY have for others. Wouldn't they first have to at least give some hint to their own sacrifices before placing those demands on other people?
I'm not saying that as anything personal against you, Paul, it's just that I always find it... ironic, to put it mildly.
I believe that people should do what they can and what God calls them to do, and people will be called in different ways. Maybe some will be actively involved in changing a corrupt government, maybe some will invite others into their homes, and yet others might serve as volunteers or be led to help in whatever way God calls them. And while corrections may be necessary, it's not our job to judge how much or in what ways people NEED to be doing the work of God.
When I was about 3 days old, I was found in a cardboard box in front of a theater, taken to a police station, and then to an orphanage, or so the story goes. I have since read that many adoptees from my birth country are told such fantasies because the actual truth was much more sordid.
For reasons unknown to me, God saw to it that I was adopted by an amazing Christian couple when I was very young.
But I try very hard never to forget what my beginnings were, and the terrible things that most likely would have been my fate had God not rescued me.
In my 20's, I went back to the orphanage where I came from on a tour with other adoptees. It. was. heartbreaking. I'm not usually a crier, but seeing those kids everyday and wondering why God didn't do the same for them as He had for me had me feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt and sadness that had me bawling every night.
And these kids were giving US gifts--they would run to the vending machines to buy us stickers and sodas with the very little money they had, because they saw us as heroes, all because had something they longed for every day -- a family.
There was a little girl I became especially attached to while I was there, and asked the social workers about sponsoring her (and then also her twin sister when I found out she was a twin.) Happily, I was told that both of these girls had been adopted by a family and were just waiting for the paperwork to go through.
I had always thought I would adopt from that same agency someday, but that's not how my life turned out. However, I asked God how I could help in other ways, and He has been faithful.
Some of the means He has provided is by allowing me to sponsor other children, and to help those who are trying to adopt, because the costs for international adoption have skyrocketed.
So, am I eating cake? Much to the dismay of my fat cells, yes, I confess to splurging every now and then. But, I try to make sure that a few others can have cake now and then, too (quite literally, because you're offered the chance to donate towards a birthday party for your sponsored child every year.)
Am I typing on a computer that is connected to electricity and has access to the internet? Yes, but I tried my best to look for money-saving options so that I could hope to further fulfill the goals God has put in my heart, such as helping others receive an education.
God has graciously allowed me to help in my own small ways, and I pray that He will give me the heart and wisdom in order to maximize that calling.
I have often said that when I get to heaven, I wonder if God will have that little cardboard box waiting for me (if the story happens to be true), and if that will be where I will live in heaven, because I ask Him regularly to never allow me to forget where and what I came from.
After all, heaven is the only place... where a cardboard box can become a mansion.