I was thinking about our great adventure tonight, while
laying in bed. Thoughts of all the people that we haven’t met yet and I got
caught up in thinking about my future teammates and how we would grow together
over the next year. As I headed towards dreams of things to come a picture
popped in my head of the blue house located right across the street. I began to
wonder about the people that reside within those four walls. I see them often
but rarely speak to them, they are older and work a lot, so on occasion when I
see them I will wave and go with my day.
but I could not help but think about all the places I have lived and all the
houses that surrounded them. I let go and allowed my thoughts to develop to see
where it would lead me and then it hit me. I am about to head out on a year
long journey of discovery.
I am sure I will see things that will break me
apart on the inside,
only to turn around and be picked up and
dusted off by an
amazing work of God.
I will see people in 11 countries, possibly more or less that are
suffering from illness, poverty, helplessness, and hopelessness.
I
will see homes made of different materials;
some sturdy made of stone others
without walls that resemble only a skeleton
of what was or what could of been.
that I can look past the four walls, a sign of security for most, and see the
person. It is so easy for me not to see the pain of my neighbors because
of what they appear to have. It’s easy for me to walk past the man on the
street, homeless, and not think for second to stop and pray, talk, or even
look Him in the eyes. What is it about being within the borders of America
that makes me ignore the fact that people need Gods love here
and now? Yes, while I’m over sea’s I will be working with people that won’t
have food, running water, a bed to sleep in at night, or medicine. Hopelessness
will seem a continual theme as we visit young women stuck in prostitution rings
and orphans alone and lost. However I don’t want to forget that right now,
right here, people across the street, in a class room, on the side walk, are experiencing
that same feeling. Confused, alone, lost we may ignore them and believe they
are better off because of what they physically posses but are we traveling the
world giving out physical possessions? No, what we are sharing is a gift that
was given to us and many others by a selfless man doing the will of His Father.
So my goal over the next 5 months is to push myself to step outside of my comforts zones. To not pass by because I am to busy, running late, or consumed with personal issues. I don’t want to wait till my feet touch foreign soil for God to work through me in powerful ways. I don’t want to get so caught up in fundraising, training camps, and buying equipment that I allow opportunities to show Gods love to someone pass me by. I am part of a generation searching desperately
to find an answer. I am part of a movement that believes that the answers
aren’t found in textbooks, classrooms; it’s not about possessions or the
statues that you hold. It’s about servitude, love, and a true passion to see
His kingdom grow!
