Have you ever felt like you were supposed to do something? Not in a "I should clean my room" or "do laundry" way, but in a way that placed everything you believe in on the line and forced you to make a choice? A persistent whisper. A tightness in your chest that wouldn't go away. An almost desperate yearning to be there or at least be a witness for those who are hurting and forgotten… And what if what you're being called to, what you're willing to make major changes to pursue, and give up your personal comfort and safety for…what if no one else gets it? Or they tell you to your face that it's crazy? I mean, I understand where they're coming from, I get how it seems crazy. I sold my car, I gave away most of my stuff, I have no money to speak of, and I'm quitting my job. All of this was done or decided before I had even heard of The World Race. I feel compelled to go. Go far away. Go to people who hurt and are living with pain that few can imagine. Injustice and cruelty spark in me a righteous anger I hadn't ever really felt before. I didn't really know what I was getting ready for at the time, but I knew it was big.
"What breaks your heart? What is it in life that moves you to tears or turns your stomach? What injustice crushes you and, if you let it, will keep you awake at night? We see so many people in need today that we can easily become callous with acceptance and indifference. When was the last time you felt your heart pierced by the plight of another person? What is it that strikes a blow to your heart when you hear about it? What breaks your heart?"
– Craig Groeschel "Weird. Because normal isn't working"
It helps to know that there are people who have felt the same way. My best friend told me a while ago, "When people say you're crazy to do want to do something like this, you're probably right on track with where you supposed to be."
