In my previous post, I wrote a little about the African Adventure I had smack-dab in the middle of the Ebola outbreak.
It’s hard to even scratch the surface of the trip’s impact, and on the plane ride home I remember thinking I’d learned a lot, but was grateful the learning was winding down now, allowing me much-needed process time.
But God had other plans.
In His perfect timing, when I returned to the United States, the holidays were ramping up into full swing. Food, fashion, sparkles, shopping, gifts…
Strangely enough, before the trip I hadn’t considered what it might feel like returning to America during the holidays, after being in Africa. Let’s just say it was tough to take.
My eyes had now been opened, and couldn’t be closed. I’d lived in the States my entire life, and the holidays were my favorite and most magical time of year! But now I saw advertising, luxury, empty desires, and tons of – stuff.
Soon, it was Thanksgiving. Formerly: best day ever! Now: ridiculous over-abundance and borderline food-obsession. Third world countries don’t have the luxury of holiday traditions all about eating as much as possible. Stomach pains from these holidays were from too much food, rather than not enough.
I thought of the desperate eyes of the Ugandan kids I’d just seen. Why were some people starving in part of the world when others clearly had more than enough? Had God really not provided the world with enough food and resources for us all to live on? Had He simply given some people more, and some people less? I knew that the world, not God Himself, was responsible for the creation of such a vast distribution gap. And it made me mad.
God loves the Africans. God loves the Americans. And there’s nothing any of us could ever do to make Him love us more or less. He sees us as equally valuable, equally lovable, and equally deserving of support. Let’s choose to align with His heart, in surrender, and share.
Photo cred: Charity Water, 2015