Everything I’m wearing today was made somewhere else.

Last night all the food on my table, was grown somewhere else.

I’m not a king, but I’m living like one.

Someone else laboured.

Somebody’s mother, father, son, or daughter

planted seeds, ran a machine, and bent their back

against the weight of their own need to produce.

I thank God for them.  That’s not a ruse–

My kids look up from the table every time I say,

“Thank you Lord for the men and women who grew this food.”

But I am concerned too.  I don’t feel all that Joe Fresh.

A collapsed factory building in Bangladesh

has crashed into my conscience.

I grieve with hundreds of affected families today.

Work is not the problem.

Calloused negligence and care-less-ness ignored reality.

This was not just an accident.

No integrity.

Henry Cloud has called integrity the courage to meet the demands of reality.

Every leader and company creates a wake.  God sees.  We see.

6Many will say they are loyal friends, but who can find one who is truly reliable?

7The godly walk with integrity; blessed are their children who follow them.

8When a king sits in judgment, he weighs all the evidence, distinguishing the bad from the good.

9Who can say, “I have cleansed my heart; I am pure and free from sin”?

10False weights and unequal measures—the Lord detests double standards of every kind.  Proverbs 20:6-10

Talk with the Lord about this:  In your circle of influence:

What kind of wake am I leaving behind?

What cracks am I ignoring?

Whose life am I treating as less than?