When You Feel Like "I'm Just One Person"

How can I heal the shattered heart of a friend whose life just fell apart? I'm just one person.

How can I bring justice for a victim who was raped? I'm just one person.

How can I fix the brokenness in our nation? I'm just one person.

How can I ease the grief of 50 families mourning their lost loved ones? I'm just one person.

How can I make a difference in this upcoming election? I'm just one person.

How can I bring light to the darkness? I'm just one person.

I'm just one person.

My two hands can only hold so much. My heart can only hold so much. My brain can only hold so much.

I'm a feeler, I'm emotional, I'm intuitive, the weight of all these things is heavy on me. It starts to feel like a burden, all this brokenness and injustice and mess. It starts to steal my hope, because, after all, I'm just one person.

But then, I remember, so was He.

Just one person.

Just one man.

All the weight of the pain of this world is not on my shoulders, because He took it on His. All the hurt is not mine to carry, because He carried it to the cross. All the lost are not mine to save, because He was our salvation. All the mess is not mine to clean up, because He set it straight and paved a way out for us.

He was just one person, the very one person we needed, the very one person I could not, can not, will not ever be. 

One person.

One Savior.

One Healer.

One Redeemer.

One Rescuer.

One King.

One, and only one.