Where have you been? Where are you going? And why?
I often wonder what I’m doing with my life when I read about people serving in places where three bedroom homes constitute the Mayor’s residence, if there is one. I know that we rarely have eyes to recognize our own glory. Even those fully immersed in their calling seldom grasp the weight of its impact. Still, I typically think of the real heroes in life as people like Wilfrido. To understand more, visit my sister Charis’s blog. Fresh out of college, she’s dropped herself into a foreign country with only a small parachute- a bachelor’s degree. For four years she’s studied Spanish. Now she studies people that have virtually nothing who live more fully than people with everything. Real heroes.
And as a side note, I just began The Hunger Games. Charis planned to read it simultaneously with me, but she opted instead for a chick-flick. I attempted to shame her until she fired back her defense: “Yeah, well I don´t care. Girl meets boy. Girl dreams about the boy. The boy chooses the girl. That´s a hell of a story.
And no one dies.”
Well played, sis.