For the last five days I have been sleeping in a cabin in the woods of Georgia. I have been eating food that is bland, fishy, and questionable. I have been sitting on the concrete more than I thought I would ever do, and meeting over 100 people…learning their names, backgrounds and testimonies. I have worshiped the Lord harder than I ever have in my life. I have prayed for more things and more anointing than I ever thought I would. The last five days have been intense, to say the least. Its easy to feel overwhelmed with everything that happens at training camp. Its easy to feel exhausted: mentally, physically, and spiritually. Our generation in America has a hard time going a few days without Starbucks or fast food. We are all thinking. about the lives we’re giving up for a year and the people we will miss. But is it worth it? This is the question the entire World Race Staff has been asking us, and the question we’ve been asking ourselves. And while the cowardly, apathetic answer is “no, I’ll just continue living my comfortable life”…but I refuse to live that kind of life. Tonight we had the privilege of listening to the President of Hope Chest Ministries, Tom Davis. He described our journey on the World Race next year to the Lord of the Rings trilogy. We have a choice…either we can sit in the Shire, drinking ale and living our blissfully ignorant lives, or we can listen to Gandalf (which represents the Lord) and leave our simple, peaceful lives and fight the battle for the Kingdom of God. I choose to fight. I’m going to fight for the widows and orphans. I’m going to fight for the women and children who are tricked, sold or forced into prostitution. I’m going to fight for the starving, the dying, the lonely and the oppressed. I am going to fight because I am a daughter of the Lord, and I choose to live the dangerous life He has for me. I can’t stay in the Shire anymore. Not when I know there’s a God that has much greater things in store for me…
