I want to comment on the idea of "enough."
At the end of the movie, Oskar Schindler is surrounded by the crowd of Jewish people he managed to save (costing him basically all of his money, personal safety, etc.) from being killed or sent to prison camps, by employing them in his own factory. His character is fairly composed for most of the movie, but this is when he finally loses it. Surrounded by all these people he devoted his life to saving, he suddenly breaks down and panics. He starts thinking about all the people he didn't save. He references his car, a pen in his pocket, etc., all things he could have sold to save just one more life...two more lives...ten more lives.
Surrounded by that crowd of people who owe their lives to him, he breaks down in the arms of his friend and says, "I didn't do enough." And his friend (one of the Jewish men he worked hardest to save multiple times), said to him, "You did so much."
This hit me somewhere in a tender part of my heart. It got me thinking about what it'll be like for me when I get to the other side, after this life. I actually think I might feel very much like Oskar Schindler. I think I might panic about all the people I didn't help, didn't save, didn't love enough, etc. I might worry about one more, two more, ten more I could have reached. I might be compelled to break down and say, "I didn't do enough."
But maybe "enough" isn't the point. Maybe "so much" is the point.
I'll never be able to help or save or love everyone in the whole world. But while I'm holding my breath and hoping and praying that God will tell me, "You did enough," maybe that's not what I should be hoping to hear.
I recently had a day where I felt like I had accomplished very little. But then I realized that I'd had no less than 4 meaningful conversations with people I cared about that day. And I might not have crossed a lot of things off my To Do list, so yeah, maybe that day I didn't do "enough." But, I do believe that I still did "so much" that day. And when I think back over my life so far, I could probably make a list of things I wish I'd done that I didn't do. I could probably make a hearty list of my "not enoughs." But then I think about the experiences I have had and the deep relationships I've formed with so many people who are priceless to me, and I feel like yes...I have still done so much.
Because yes, maybe "enough" isn't the point. Maybe it isn't about some divine measuring stick with a line somewhere labeled, "Enough." Maybe what matters more, more than "enough," is that God will someday look at me and say, "But you did so much." So yeah, maybe we'll look back on our lives someday and only be able to pinpoint one person we ever made a significant difference to.
But you know what? I think, for a God who has His eye on every sparrow, even just one person is so much more than enough.