Although I really liked the movie, but it left me feeling discouraged. The questions it raised made me feel like attempts to help people, in the end, don't really help. But now, after a little more time has passed, and my antidepressant prescription has been refilled, I have better perspective. I remember that I have felt that way before. I recognized the emotion as something I experienced in 2005 visiting the Kibera slum in Kenya.
Kibera is a slum by any sense of the word. Nearly a million people live there on 600-700 acres. Their 10 foot by 10 foot homes have no water, or sanitation, or (usually) electricity. When I first visited it, I was left with the overwhelming feeling that I could never make a measurable difference here. I could spend a fortune, a career, or a lifetime working here and it would hardly make a difference - the problem was so immense.
I told one of my African co-workers how I felt, and he reminded me that if I can help even one person, I have done something significant. I was reminded of the words of Jesus when he said "I tell you the truth, anything you did for even the least of my people here, you also did for me."
So Jesus isn't asking me to change the world. He isn't asking me to fix Kibera, or even a schizophrenic cellist living on the streets. Perhaps, and this is deep, He isn't even asking me to fix myself. He is asking me to walk with Him one step at a time, and sometimes to do something, perhaps something small, for even the least of His people, and when I do this I am loving Him. When I do this I am resonating with the heart of the Creator of the universe, a heart of compassion and love. When I do this I worship.