Why the World Race?
Honestly, I can’t muster up some sort of divine answer for you. I’m not a fan of making up elegant stories to sound nice. I don’t have some sort of defining moment where God told me to do this. I really don’t know. I just feel like He led me here, and He reaffirms it daily. I like helping people, and I like being challenged in new ways. I want God to run my life and I want to be dependent on Him. I want to go, but I also realize I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.
After visiting South Africa I met a World Race team and never forgot about them. It was so awesome to see a group of people that had given up everything they’ve ever known to seek God’s will through serving others. It’s not often we value the servant in American culture. I mean, when’s the last time we looked at how Alfred saved the day for Batman? It baffled me.
Am I fearful? I’d either be a liar or a lunatic if I said I wasn’t. I can barely find food I like in my own grocery store. My family and I are extremely close. Who knows how I’ll get a job when I get back. Who’s going to support Nthabiseng in South Africa while I’m gone? What if something happens to my family? Of course I’m fearful.
Why? You mean why am I still going? Because I was never called to live a life of comfort. Yes, relaxing and being comfortable are great and wonderful things. However, comfort rarely shows the orphan that Jesus loves him, or brings food to the poor, or tells the prostitute about a God that cares about her. This is my motivation, and this is what I feel God has called me to do through World Race. I’m simply a tool. As Propaganda puts it, “So I guess it’s true that God really uses crooked sticks to make straight lines.”
So all in all, I need your help. Yes, your help. I need prayer. If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that tossing yourself into the deep end of God’s will gives the enemy a reason for bringing the waves. Your prayers are important and God listens.
Thanks for reading.
Sincerely,
A Crooked Stick
