I have been reading a lot over the past few months. I picked up God’s Smuggler by Brother Andrew a while back and finished it just before my holidays. Brother Andrew is about a Dutch man who started a ministry taking Bibles to communist countries in the 1950s and 60s. Reading this led to a more well-known “Dutch” book called The Hiding Place, by Corrie Ten Boom. If you’re not familiar with this book, it’s her family’s story of hiding Jewish people in the occupied Netherlands of World War II. I was then given To Own a Dragon by Donald Millar, which is his thoughts on growing up without a father. Now, I have just finished The Revolution, edited by Heather Zydek. It is a compilation of essays on Christianity and social justice issues.
These books have been strangely following similar veins, and impressing on my brain two things. First of all, God uses really ordinary people for incredibly exciting things. Brother Andrew was an injured soldier who fought for the Dutch military. Corrie Ten Boom was a watchmaker. Both seemed to be pretty ordinary up to certain points in their lives. When they were confronted with the suffering of others, however, their lives became excitingly ‘dangerous.’ I hope I’m not romanticizing their work, but there is this element of serious risk that appeals to me.
The other two books, To Own a Dragon and The Revolution have taken these thoughts a step further. Both of these books commend readers to spend their resources on other people. To Own a Dragon was a lighter (although wholly worthwhile) read, and impressed on me the importance of men mentoring fatherless boys. While this was a funny and enjoyably quick read, The Revolution really depressed me at times, and I had to slow myself down to only a chapter a day. I was frustrated to learn that human trafficking generates 9.5 Billion USD a year, 130 countries still practice torture, and that 150 children die every hour from illness due to unclean drinking water (and that was only 3 of 12 chapters!) So what am I to do? Facts like these do motivate me to do something, but also paralyze me by their sheer enormity.
Maybe my problem is comfort... the more I focus on my own comfort, the less I can give for the "comfort" of others. If I spend all my time making money so I can buy more toys for myself, I may feel more comfortable as I have cool stuff to spend my free time with, and stuff to show to my friends. If I spend more time in service to others, maybe even using some of my time that I would ordinarily spend 'making money' to help others, I am sacrificing my own comfort for the comfort of others. Maybe I could even take a job that pays less, but makes a bigger difference in the lives of others. Maybe the money I do make could even buy less 'comfort' things for myself and more for the basic needs of others. Maybe I could even try trusting God to provide my basic needs, and spend even more of my excess money on others. Wait a second, doesn't Jesus talk about this? And yet it sounds kind of dangerous to me, even exciting. In fact, maybe it is a little revolutionary.
So this has been my food for thought over the past few weeks. I still have a long way to go... I mean, what exactly are my comforts? What are my needs? I'm going to go wash my Lexus right now while I think about it....
1 comment:
you totally rock! I am reading some of the same books right now. The transition home was tough and now I am looking for that dangerous extreme faith journey to start. Some think it started when my family moved to Africa and others think it started when I moved to Indonesia but I am thinking it will start when I begin to change the definition of my comfort zone into the picture of Gods love. We will see how that goes. You look like you are having a blast there, God Bless. Kari
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