What Think Ye?

It's been one of those days where I wish I could just shove everything away; textbook and spiral notebooks and pencils and calculator and an empty coffee mug, all scattered to the ground, off of my desk just to let me focus for a moment. 
Or days. 
Or forever.
I'm probably not going to be able to really explain why I've been in such a weird mood but I'm going to try.
It started when I read about two sentences of the book "Letters to a Diminished Church" by Dorothy Sayers before going to sleep last night. The last thing I remember reading was the question, "What think ye of Christ?" and it was the first thing I woke up with in my head this morning. Then, in sociology class today we talked about Syria and what is going on there. My professor was asking us what we thought we should do about the situation. There were a few people who had opinions but the majority of us didn't really understand what was happening over there. He explained the basics, that Syria had a leader who was using chemical weapons against their own people. Awful.
So that opened the floor for discussion. Now, my sociology teacher is a military sociologist. I consider him to be very knowledgeable and trustworthy in terms of this sort of issue. He is in the army (has come into class wearing his uniform on multiple occasions, which has actually been really neat), he studies cultures around the world so he can help other military groups work together with people from other countries. It's been amazing to hear him talk about his experiences and watch videos of him and other soldiers interacting with the Iraqi people. He's made sociology my favorite class.
So the discussion went on.
Some people were saying to keep out. It's too bad, but it's not our problem. There were a few agreements from around the room. One guy made the point that if they are doing that to their own people, whats going to stop them from hurting us when they've obliterated everyone there? Then it became personal, but it still felt to me like...our only reason for helping would be to keep ourselves safe. It still felt selfish. Another girl said that maybe we should just offer our help to the people and if they want it, we'll step in. Another said, "let the United Nations deal with it."
My professor directed the conversation to a closer level, trying out the idea: Do unto others... 
What if you saw a person being beat up in the street? What if you knew about abuse going on in the house next door? What would you do then?
Would you keep walking? 
Head down, afraid of getting hurt?
Call the police?
Intervene yourself?
One girl broke my heart. She responded by saying she would keep walking. He questioned her further, asking, "You wouldn't even stop to call the police? You would really just, keep going, if you saw someone being beaten to death on the street." Adamantly, she stated she would. That moved me (more than it probably should have).
I had tears in my eyes. I was listening to her and asking myself that question prompted by Miss Sayers.
"What think ye of Christ?"
Well?
What do you think, what do you believe about Christ? Do your beliefs about Him extend to the rest of your life? How? What about in this situation? Do you know what Christ would do? But more than that... Would you be Christ in this situation? Would you do what Christ would do? Who is He to you, that you would do that, or not do it?
Do you fear crossing Him? Is he that real to you? 
My answers are now more than ever, confidently yes. 
Yes. And that answer will make all the difference in the world. 
I have yet to fully discover and understand the difference it makes. There are many ways it will make a difference, I trust that and it will take time and faithfulness to understand better.
But I know the first one:
It is the difference between me and the girl who kept walking.