I’ve been ignoring writing this blog.
I think I’ve re written it in my head a few times, tried it down on paper a few times, switching topics a few times. I was accepted to the race about two months ago, geez two months. It just flew by.
I was recently promoted in my job; a traveling manager in the retail fundraising department with one of the best known international non for profits. I feel real blessed and am in love with my job, but the thing is it’s not what I’m supposed to do forever. At least not just right now, and God reminded me of this just recently.
Every day I talk to dozens and dozens of people explaining the need for generously. I discuss the issues that oppress women worldwide, how little girls in South East Asia as young as 6 years old are locked up in brothels, stripped of their clothing and expected to ‘entertain’ dozens of customers a day. Every day I talk to dozens and dozens of people about children in Sub-Saharan Africa who trek miles and miles barefoot and malnourished to fetch dirty water they get from a steam that is making them sick. Every day I tell people how millions of men, women and children are without food, medicine, education, income, and water and how millions of men, women and children are dying from a lack of material provision EVERY DAY.
I feel so lucky to be here in Canada. And then I wonder what am I doing in a safe and secure air conditioned room with paid accommodation, a food allowance and travel expenses paid for when what I really want is unstable one hundred degree suffocating air, small portions of strange food and pennies to live of off after fundraising over 15, 500 big ones.
Am I thinking straight, did I really just type that?
I’m sorry Mum. It is what God has been planting so deeply in my heart since I was in your womb.
I didn’t want my first blog to really be like this. It would have nicer if I told everyone how excited I am to go on the race, how much fun we are all going to have, the great people we’ll meet, the beautiful landscapes we’ll see. But you see, there is a more serious side to this as well. That what we see on this trip will stick with us forever. Disease, disaster, death. And a lot of whom are dying without Christ. So it’s time for me to get serious, serious about fundraising, I’ve put God and His will on the back burner for two months to long, it’s time to get a move on.
By the way, I’m Christina, nice to meet you 🙂
