Lately I have been feeling mixed feelings when I tell people about the World Race. A lot of times it’s really exciting, but then I get frustrated. Frustrated that there is more focus on where I’m going than what I’ll be doing. The people I will encounter are more important than any site that will be seen. This poem is for the strangers I’ll meet.
See for me it’s never been about beaches by the sea. Or the countries rich histories. It’s all about the people we’ll meet.
People with voices that are meant to be heard. Who have stories that cause our hearts to be stirred. Passions that they cannot express because they live being oppressed.
I want human trafficking victims to know they have a name. And to help provide hope to people with AIDs. For children to understand, that the most important thing in life is love and not a gun in their hand. I want invisible chains to be broken and for people’s hearts to be opened.
I want to begin to comprehend the cultures these people come from. To be able to say that I no longer feel numb. Numb to a world that likes to be people to be defined. And live where it’s completely blind.
A world that more concerned with a passport stamp, then people who are living in personal prison camps.
Jesus did not want us to live unconcerned. He calls us to be daring and to spread love that will continue to burn.
The World Race is not about lands we’ll discover. It’s about people and loving each other.
The world will be more than explored because people from all over will be restored!
There is no beauty greater than this. No mountains or beaches or sunset’s sweet bliss.
And God will give them the same thing He gave me. Peace. Love. Hope. And a stranger to call family.
