a person is a person, no matter how small

so i have to laugh at this, just a little. who would have ever thought a children's movie could provoke such a deep thought, especially the ones of the body of Christ.
there are so many incredible lessons to be learned from this little cartoon movie. but a big one came from another inspiration. i was reading what evan had prayed about abortion in his most recent blog and i found myself remembering a few words i had spoken just sunday while knelt at the altar in prayer over Obama's new law. and i remember thinking, "God i know im just one small voice, one small person, who in basically no way, has anything to offer other than prayers to this situation." i felt so small, so tiny, so obsolete, like there was NOTHING i could do.
then i had family night, last night, with my wonderful Alexander's and something quite amazing happened. we watched Horton Hears Whoo, and from that silly children's movie i got my answer. there is a part in the end where Horton's caged up and they are going to throw the flower with the speck on it into the boiling beeswax or whatever Dr Suess named that stuff. and all the Whoo's are doomed because they can't be heard. so they all begin to work together to make noise and bang pots, and toot tooters, and clang clangers, you know all that wonderful Dr Suess stuff, but still it's not enough, until the Mayor finds his son JoJo to be the only one who hasnt spoken a word. he has created a masterpiece of musical kinds to aid in the noise, but alas, it's his spoken word that saves the speck called Whooville. a tiny speck was able to join together and save themselves.
a lot of times i feel as though i am a tiny speck, who's voice seldom gets heard in this fast paced society, even who's voice is lost within the gathering of close friends, that we have trained one another to have to yell louder than the next because youre idea is not good enough to be heard uninterrupted. that only once you are in a seat of power is your voice worth something to this life. but God allows us to be the "JoJo" of His love, that our voice alone sticks out to Him, above anyone else's as a cry to the throne, and from that single cry, the cries of our brothers and sisters are gathered together to cry for the same cause, how much more will God hear this.
i know this is just a blunder and jumble of words and crazy thoughts that at any given moment hardly seem to make sense. but it shows if anything that my God loved me enough to let me know through a movie about a talking elephant and a town small enough to fit on a speck, that i am one voice big enough and important enough to be heard.