The thing about this whole world race blogging and fundraising is: I have NO idea what I am doing. I honesty hate talking about myself and something I even hate more is asking people for their money. Im not very good at the whole “Hey, I know we probably don’t hangout that much and the last time I actually saw you was like a month ago, BUT give me all your money!” thing. But even more so I am terrible at telling people about myself and why this all means so much to me.
SOOO I am going to attempt to actually put into words the fire I feel inside of me every time I think about the World Race.
I have never been exactly a settled person, yes I have lived in the same area and state my whole life, but there has always been a nomadic quality to my personality. I blame this on my parents, they took me commercial fishing every summer my whole life and that has an unsettled feeling in itself.
Because of this I become restless whenever I stay in the same location for to many months. These desires were all fine and dandy, and dreams to work towards before I was saved. But once I became saved everything changed for me, the Holy Spirit changed the desires of my heart, the calling on my life changed.
I no longer wanted to travel for my own benefit, staying in nice hotels, and only visiting the most touristy trap locations. Instead this uncontrollable yearning and longing has consumed me and become my greatest passion. What is this passion you might ask, well its to travel to the ends of the earth, the most remote places, the least likely to be visited by tourist. A consuming fire to live like the poor to love those that seem most undesirable. To love on every last orphan. To fight the injustice of the world. To spread the love and word of Christ. I want to see Christ in the lowest of places, where he is the clearest to see.
There is a consuming passion in me for a people group that I have not yet met. I have a yearning that never seems satisfied, to live a life that is unsettled and completely dependent on God. Where God refines us more and more into His image just by visiting with the poor. Where all provision and safety has to come from the one true King and Lord.
If people ask me what ministry I feel called to, what giftings I think I have, its these: To live with the least of these, and to be in the most intimate of intimate places with the Lord. Living my life for Christ in what seems like the most inconvenient, uncomfortable, and unsettling ways: The World Race.
