I made it clear around August 2011 that I wanted some family/friends to wait on donating due to the fact of me "maybe" not going. This thought has completely eluded my mind and in fact, I'm sick of it. I can't believe at one time I thought that I wouldn't go or might not finish fundraising in time. The 'what-if' of my family and friends not getting their money back that they donated for me to go on this amazing trip.
"I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God..(con't). For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self discipline." -2 Timothy 6
So many times as of late I have people tell me that they'll think of donating to me once the time gets closer. Or better yet, when I'm on the field so they know for sure I'm going. I try to keep a cool and calm composure regarding this issue and just nod my head with a slight grin. Well, I'm not sure my facade can conceal this any longer. Am I offended? No. Slightly confused? Not really. What I want and need is my support team saying that they'll send this $1 right now because they know for dang sure that I'm going to Ireland the first week of July. Every paycheck I receive, bonus check, or tax return that I personally get I start immediately thinking what money will go into the race; the equipment, the shots, the insurance, money for when I return to the states, and so on.
"From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked." -Luke 12:48
I accept this full on (actually I think I did 3 weeks ago). My heart already feels like it is being called to ministry work..yes, for the long haul. Who knows what I'll think in one year versus now, but I know that I can't keep going day to day as a droid. Feeling as if I'm taking robot steps with no passion, it simply will not be effective enough in my eyes. I have been given SO MUCH in my life (as much as we all complain about the 99% vs 1%) even the 1% has more than the majority of the world. Much SHOULD be demanded of us and we should be held accountable for it. There are so many different ways people accept a calling; the ones who go out and get muddy and the ones who are there to clean the muddy ones off and tell them to get back in there.
"Writing in The New Yorker, January 1954, Dr. R. B. Robertson reported the fascinating experience of accompanying a group of men on a whaling ship. Later he tried to analyze why these highly successful men would leave their businesses, comfortable homes, and loved ones for such a hazardous, yet joyous experience. He concluded they were psychopaths – not in a sick, inferior sense, but in a superior sense! He said they were men whose minds and spirits were so healthy that they could not accept the civilizations into which they had been born."
Please, come be my team that throws me towels when I get out of the mud. Join me on the boat, become a psychopath with me.
