This sounds vain…but THIS month I “feel” like a missionary. We’ve been visiting slums in the mornings as well as a lone visit to a “Robinson Caruso” remote island via bamboo raft / bamboo pier. Its not unlike the other villages we’ve been to…but I think each Racer has at least one if not many “ambassadors” or similar stories like mine. We begin walking along the streets walking past the huts on stilts and children say HELLO. Some shy, but most boldy grab your hand with their little hands and walk you around their village. I don’t know the little girls name…but she was lovely…probably about five or six…dirty flower dress, ears pierced, no sandals on her feet…we just walked and walked and walked over rocks, broken glass, debris…me with my sandals and her without. We couldn’t communicate to each other really except through smiles or she’s hop into my arms and cling to me as we stopped at various huts. And what I’ve thought but haven’t expressed in these moments is that this girl is calling you to REMEMBER. Remember what you saw and did and said…but not just that… DO SOMETHING about this. Don’t get overwhelmed…that’s the point of FEAR…being paralyzed that doesn’t solve this…just choose some village SOMEWHERE…maybe a burb in the states or a village in Haiti or WHEREVER…learn about them, love them, and help them in a respectful and loving way find their way back home to DIGNITY, HOPE, and BRIGHT FUTURES. The wheels are spinning…but each country prepares me more and more…and makes me realize daily how IMPOSSIBLE this is without Christ…I don’t have the skills, talents, or means to do this…and that’s exactly where He wants me…in the realization that HE has to do this…all if it…HIMSELF.
