"what happens to a people who have nothing and lose everything?"
"in sri lanka, you gather your trash and simply lay it on the road. as i crossed the street, refuse in hand, an elderly man slowly got off his rusty bike and started sifting through the rubbish. this man was finding value in what i had considered waste. we stood there, and i could feel the impassable chasm between our lives. i knew he was my equal, and yet, we lived so unequally. my elephant-sized life suddenly seemed inflated and scandalous and, as i turned and headed back through the gate, it took everything to keep me from breaking down."
too some, this is the closest that they will get to poverty, reading about it in a monthly magazine as they drive their $50,000+ cars through the drive-up coffee shacks around town, thinking to themselves, "that's sad." i look at the humility of mr. beacham as he says:
who do i think i am to go and share the love of Christ? i am nobody, but in Christ's eyes, i am whole because he sees me through His blood. in Him. i am made perfect because of His sacrifice on the cross. i know that without Christ, this whole trip is useless. it is no good. He needs to be the main focus and focal point. everything else that is blurry will come together the way that He wills it. i want to be His hands and His feet. To be led by Him. i want to be willing to do the things that He wills for me. to be listening to His still, small voice and go where i am supposed to go.