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.
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?