But once he started speaking, his passion for older children and teens became evident. His love for the Gospel and sharing it with others was tangible.
His words took me back to the time in my life when loving others and sharing the Gospel was part of me. When serving was important. Has it really been seven years?
|Not your typical North American soup kitchen|
to the poverty that cripples much of our world
to the depths of pain unknown in my comfortable life
to the despair of those without the hope of the Gospel
to the fact that there are families who feel blessed to live in ramshackle accommodations roughly equivalent to the size of my bedroom
to the smiling faces of children who thought a piece of penny candy was worth a pound of gold
I thought I would be changed forever. That I wouldn't be able to return to the ignorance and apathy that marked my typical American life.
Slowly, I found my way back. I don't even know when. I only know I have been firmly and happily ensconsed here for quite a while, content to read my Bible and commentaries. Quick to listen, slow to action.
And so I find myself examining, wrestling, praying...and hoping that soon I will find myself doing.
But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror. For he looks at himself and goes away and at once forgets what he was like. But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres, being no hearer who forgets but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing.
- James 1:22-25 (ESV)