Do you ever have that feeling that time is passing you by? I mean, it seems like yesterday that I was in high school and then I was in college. And now, just a few short months later, I’m going on The World Race. Whatever happened to Graduate School and working full time? To the lazy days of summer? Well, quite honestly, I’ve never really experienced those, ‘lazy days of summer,’ but nonetheless…
Graduate School is temporarily history. I mean I’ve graduated to a higher calling. One where the youngest of these need help. One where the children are hurting and time is not waiting. The imminence of their suffering is hurting my heart. My being is crying out for them. And then I realize….
They aren’t going anywhere. I need to go to them. Time is not their friend, but it may soon be. I realize that I was born for ‘such a time as this.’ That before I was even conceived in my mother’s womb, the Lord knew that in September, 2015, at 23 years of age, I would be following His call to help ‘the least of these.’
When I think about time, I think that Christianity is merely one generation away from extinction. That it’s been less than one generation since the sanctity of human life has become devalued to the point where selling the unborn for their body parts is actually defended. When the horrors of the World Wars, of the Khmer Rouge and Hitler, are debated in the history books and are no longer considered fact. When the Constitution and Military are criticized; when Christians who believe and practice the Word of God are considered extremists; when right is no longer considered right and wrong has become the norm.
Yes, time is passing. Quickly. Faster than I would like. And I realize that before I know it, I’ll be writing my final blog entry. Relaying my adventures in The World Race. Relaying my stories of children around the world who have shown great courage in the face of tragedy, who have lived to tell their stories, and who, with the grace of God, have hope after encountering me and my fellow racers.
Thank you for continuing to pray for me, for my team, for my fellow World Racers, for our leaders, and mostly…..for the children we will be encountering. That their hearts are open to help. That they realize that not only do I love them, even though I have yet to meet them, but the Lord loves them more than any one ever could. Thank you.
