Fried Chicken
Being raised in the South there was nothing better than fried chicken on a Sunday Afternoon. Ever since I can remember I enjoyed the cooking of my Mother, Grandmothers, and Aunties. Soul Food is what they called it. Soul Food comes in many styles and flavors but the most important portion is Fried Chicken. Many times I watched my mother wash chicken, remove the skin, batter it up and drop it in the grease. Over the years I learned how to fry chicken myself. As your taste buds tingle and your imagination begins to run wild, you may wonder what this has to do with the Worldrace. I’d be happy to tell you.
Last month my team and I served the community of Rivas, Nicaragua. While in Rivas we worked with a ministry by the name of Bethel Center of Hope. Bethel is a place where kids and adults come to eat, play and learn about God. Less than a half-mile down the road from Bethel lies the city dump. At the dump there are people who search tiresllesly through filth to find plastic, glass, cardboard or anything valuable enough to resell. On average a hardworking family can earn about $27 a week. That is not much at all. In order to serve the workers well, each friday our team would take sandwhiches and juice to pass out at the dump. Every time we went the people there were always welcoming, smiling when we said hello, and saying thank-you after recieving their sandwhich and juice. Observing these people work in these conditions day in and day out broke our heart. These people deserve so much more. How easily could we have been one of these beautiful people, doing such ugly work. Each week we would visit the dump wondering, how the heck can we help. Inspired by God, my team-mate Christina presented a wonderful idea. “How about we cook Thanksgiving dinner for them” she said. “We can make it like home”. So we did. I fried the Chicken, Sydney mixed the mashed potatoes, Christina boiled the vegetables, and Ronny, Brad and Brittany arranged the rolls. We prepared a meal that was fit for Kings and Queens. The faces we saw as the workers dug into their plates were priceless. It warmed my heart to see the same dish I enjoyed for so many years be enjoyed by others. I never thought that I’d take my Moma’s fried chicken to the nations.
Moments like this make the Worldrace worth it. Moments like this inspire me to continue to run this race to the end. “….and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith” Hebrews 12: 1-2
p.s. Thanks for reading. In order to remain on the field and continue this race I need $1,100 by December 31st. I need your help. If 25 people donate between $40 to $50 that would provide the funds. Blessings
