About two and a half years ago, one of my dear friends was working on a video to promote the World Race. She took footage of a few of us and our stories from the field.
One of the girls in the Media Department came across this clip today as she was filing all of our footage. She brought it on a hard drive to my desk, didn’t tell me what it was, and just said, “you need to watch this today.”
I loaded the video, didn’t watch it right away (because I hate watching myself, as most of us do) but eventually brought myself to push play. It took me back. Took me back to a place of aching, of compassion, of feeling. It took my heart back to the men and women I met so long ago. And once again, it reminded me.
This is why. This is why we do this. Why we fight for people to stay on the World Race when they are tired and griping and complaining. This is why we sit in debriefs with teams for hours and hours. This is why I feel like Skype is my best friend, and I talk for hours to leaders on the field.
Because through those things God keeps moving. Racers keep going to these places. God keeps showing up to the lepers. He keeps breaking Racers and bringing them to places of dependency on Him.
So here is a memory of how God encountered me and I encountered Him.
