For a God that loves me.
That I have the privilege to live.
That I am cared for and purchased at a high price.
That I get to see hard things and go through trials.
For the dirty looks because of the color of my skin and accent in South Africa.
For the misunderstood pastors that cared more about African traditions than what the bible taught in Botswana.
For the dirt, the smog, the hopelessness, the witch doctors, and the people that flee from the real Church in Madagascar.
For the women who roam the tourist areas with a baby on their hip to ask tourists and my self to buy a hammock, a small trinket, drugs, a prostitute, or a pack of cigarettes every hour of the day in Vietnam.
For the entire population that believes a sacrifice of Coke and Sprite on top of the largest religious monument, Angkor Wat, in the world will atone for their sins and wrong doings in Cambodia.
That people’s hearts are hardened to The Gospel and they think Jesus is just another wise man and not the Messiah he claims to be in Thailand.
This is what I am thankful for these past 6 months on The World Race. I am thankful I get to struggle and hurt. That the people I get to come alongside in those countries are fighting these things every day. But we have one thing in common.
Knowing that Jesus is here to help me/us/them through it and push me/us/them to seek him and then run toward his people and share about him is the only reward I/we need.
What are you thankful for? What hard things happened to you? Think of the pain we see in this world. Feel it, embrace, thank Jesus for it, and run at it with Jesus leading your way.
