Where's Chip?

Driving by the local shelter, I see a long line of men, women and children waiting for breakfast. How can there be so much need? With my belly full, I wonder why so many struggle? It shouldn’t be this way. Something should be done.

Where’s God?

Sitting in a wheelchair, never to leave, he watches as friends and family walk to raise money for research. He will never benefit from such research, and yet they continue to walk. I watch from afar and shake my head. It shouldn’t be this way. Something should be done.

Where’s God?

The fundraiser was brilliantly orchestrated. The room was filled, the presentation inspirational, and all agreed this school for needy children was good and commendable. Cautious checks were written, but no one signed up to serve as a tutor, including me. It shouldn’t be this way. Something should be done.

Where’s God?

Maybe I have it wrong. Maybe I’m asking the wrong question. It shouldn’t be “Where’s God?” It should be “Where’s Chip?”