I love the idea of Ubuntu: that I am because you are. The more people I meet and talk to, the more I realize that at our core, we all desire to be known and loved by people we know and love.
I feel really grateful to InterVarsity Christian Fellowship for introducing me to the Jesus who cares about (and calls us to care about) the lost. I am also grateful for the conversations I’ve had with people who have chosen to leave the promise of wealth and upward mobility to live physically and spiritually in the Inner City. I have empathy and respect for the difficult conversations with parents who aren’t seeing their children to live out the “American Dream” they sacrificed so much to provide. I am thankful for my friends that have chosen to step bravely into that challenging space.
But sometimes, I wish there were more conversations for those of us called to live in ways that the world does recognize as success. The board-member, grant-giver, project-funder type. Or more specifically, that the conversations about the careers we’ve chosen wouldn’t make us feel guilty for making money and climbing ladders. Because I think that I still have a role in the Kingdom that is not passive or supportive. I need accountability to make sure my heart is right and I want to be able to ask for that without feeling ashamed of wealth.
“As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy. They are to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, thus storing up treasure for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they make take hold of that which is truly life.” 1 Timothy 6:17-19
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted here, but I am feeling an urge to write again. Lent is always a good time to pick up new, positive practices. So let’s give it a try.
Keep your head up,
Keep your heart strong.
Since when did the trees that line my grandparents’ street grow so full and so tall? How is my baby cousin already eligible to vote? When did these lines appear on the faces that I love?