Not Nameless, Not Faceless

I like to keep up with the galleries over at Boston.com. Today I was looking at a series of photographs of the refugees fleeing from Libya into Tunisia. The compilation is titled Faces of the Displaced. It's a dramatic collection of portraits, and I think it's that fact which has stirred my heart the most. These aren't wide angle shots of nameless, faceless masses. They are close-ups of real people with real souls living behind their eyes. And as far as I know, every one of them needs Jesus Christ. Why is it that I'm safely insulated here in the heart of America, while these people are trampled, shoved aside, threatened, and in upheaval...