A couple of weeks ago while driving to an appointment with the radio on, a song came on that caught my attention. The chorus was so beautiful that I pulled over to scribble it down on a piece of paper.
“I wish I was strong enough to lift not one, but both of us. Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one, but both of us.”
The song is about the reality of life’s hardships. About humanity. About glimpses of beauty in seemingly dreary contexts. But it is the chorus that rings in my ears. I want to live my life in a way that lifts up others, not just myself.
To be honest, I have never personally experienced the horrors of exploitation, the depth of injustice, the grip of vulnerability, or the desperation of poverty. But I would hope that the plight of others would draw out compassion in me in such a way as to make me live differently so that they may be raised up. A Biblical proverb says it so well:
“Better a little gain with righteousness than much gain with injustice.”
How can we live in such a way that lifts not one, but both of us?