So I was sitting there the other day at the girls’ home, eating what looked like damp lettuce and green potatoes over rice. It was good, but the girl who served me made it so perfectly domed at the top that I could have fed two or three of me by the end of the plate.
I began to anxiously look around the table. Was there anyone who looked especially hungry? All of the girls had left because they have mastered the art of shoveling down food in less than ten minutes, and were now off braiding the hair of one of my teammates with flowers and bobby pins. As I scanned the surrounding perimeter, I realized that all of the girls around me were struggling with the same obstacle.
How are we going to eat this much food?
As I finish my sweep of the room for possible human garbage disposals, my eyes lock with the one guy at the table: Trent Hope. His accurately-given name made my heart leap as I remember him earlier mentioning his love of greens and potatoes. He quickly realizes my relentless stare and, for a moment, his eyes were the only ones in the room.
“I can eat those for you, I love to eat them!”
And with that, my crisis was over. With the help of a larger stomach, I was able to escape offending the Thai culture and give food to someone who actually wanted it. Praise the Lord.
Now, I am not trying to say that girls are not as capable as men to shovel down food (trust me, there are a couple of wonderful women of God who can make eating food an art form), but wouldn’t life be just a little better if we always knew that there was one guy on the team to “take the hit” and eat the weird/ extraneous/ disgusting food?
On my squad there are nine men; nine amazing men of God that have been called to pursue the Lord around the world, but can they be the only ones who can actually be called to do this?
Men, this is for you: you need to step up and show us ladies what Godly men are out in the world! We need men who can eat our leftovers, carry heavy objects, open doors for us, prefer us in lines to the bathroom, and pull us back to reality when a bus is coming right towards our faces. And what makes you think that the man closest to this blog you are reading right now could not join?
This is a call, men: a call to arms, a call to follow the Lord, a call to put your life on hold for something greater, a call to eat that leftover food on that girl’s plate. I promise that you will not regret the World Race (two months in so far and still going strong!)!
(PS – guys, if the ratio is that good for you to find a wife by the end of the year, why not?)
