Privilege. I know I have it. It’s both a gift and a burden. I know its a landmine of a topic. But whether I’ve been in broken villages in Haiti or the slums in India, because of where I was born and the opportunities I’ve been given, I have a voice in this world. I have opportunities through my privilege to put forth messages into this world that have the potential to be heard.
A lot of people I’ve meet while on the Race don’t have this kind of voice. They live a life of survival. They live with a kind of faith I cannot fathom. Their lives are hidden. Their stories are unseen. Their voices are unheard.
While on the Race, I’ve been making videos of stories from the field. Being in a country for one month is hard to make an impact. And I know God has the power and authority to do anything. But for the most part what I see are small seeds being planted and baby steps forward towards the Kingdom of Heaven. Being in these hidden but sacred places, my heart yearns to tell you these stories. I need you all to hear their voices. I need you to see their faces. To see the slums and shanties they live in. To see the radiant hope in their eyes. To feel their desperation and their joy.
I realize its highly likely you’re scrolling through this blog from the comfort of your phone or your desktop. And that’s okay. I’ve been where you are. You might never make it to the places I’ve been. You might never get to embrace these beautiful kids and their sticky hands or roll around in the dust. But please be attentive from where you are. I hope these stories give you a reason to pause. Break your heart. Put a smile on your face. Give you a new horizons.
All I know is I have to keep telling these stories. These stories, like little ships, have to make their way into the world. They must travel far beyond their small harbors. I want to us my privilege to help navigate them. And its my privilege to tell them.
