Why did I choose the World Race?
I have heard this question, and I’ve asked myself this question numerous times since deciding to leave the country for 11 months. each time my answer is different. sometimes my answer is, “I have always felt called to spread God’s love on an international level” or “I have the desire to reach out to those who are less fortunate than I am”. Maybe I say “Well I’ve always wanted to see the world, experience different cultures and make a difference; this trip gives me the opportunity to do both”.
While all of these answers are true, I can’t help but question myself inwardly. Why Grace? Why do this? Why give up the comforts and luxuries of the U.S.? Why leave, knowing I won’t see my family and friends for almost a year? What is my true motivation behind this decision? The answer is simple, really. God called, and this is my answer. I’m not saying i woke up one morning and heard a whisper saying, “Grace, I’m calling you to go on The World Race”. What I am saying is that all throughout the history of Christ’s life on earth we are able to see the Christians we are called to be. Christ went abroad to share the hope of salvation. He healed the sick, loved the unlovable, fed the hungry, created disciples, and in the end, He gave the ultimate sacrifice; His life.
This is my call. To follow Christ’s example and with that, bring glory and honor to the Father. Christ gave up everything. He left the comforts and luxuries of heaven. He knew His Father would turn away from Him. He knew coming to earth would mean bearing the weight of all of our sin and paying the ultimate price. But he came anyways.
When I take the time to stop and actually ponder the depth of what Christ did for me, my answer is, How can I not go on The World Race? How can I not share with others the hope that I have? How can I not show the love of Christ to those who may not have ever heard His name?
So, why did I choose The World Race? How could I not?
