Love is the Mission

     Countercultural. That is what I am striving to be. Not in a bad way but I want my spending to look di ff erent then the worlds. I want my time to be spent di ff erent. I want my desires to be di ff erent. Isn’t that how Jesus lived?     The things he did were not the norm but were so needed. He loved the unlovable. He spent his days with the least of these. He died for a people that did not understand what he was doing.      It’s easy to do things without even thinking. Buy that new car, we deserve it after all, we work hard. Purchase those tennis shoes that will enhance your work out. Buy lunches every day at work, because it’s to much to fix your own from home (I am the worst about this).      Do you know that what the U.S. and Europe spend on perfume cost more then clean water for all global citizens? I need to pack my own lunch for heaven’s sake.      Could we get to the point we don’t purchase items we don’t need? Instead we sponsor children, water filtration systems

Hearing His Voice through a Child      I grew up dreaming of the day I would get married and have children of my own. The joy, laughter and sweetness they bring is like nothing else. We want to protect them and give them the best of everything.  We want them to feel loved.     There is just something about children, even when they are not ours we want to be a part of  their  lives, watch  them  grow and learn.     Guatemala does not have a health care system like ours, parents may die young, families may live in poverty with no food or clean water or children may be born with disabilities so left to die. While visiting a hospital in Guatemala full of babies and toddlers with special needs or no family I heard God’s voice as clearly as I have ever heard His voice.       Our team had all picked up children and were happily playing with them. There was one child left in a crib near the back of the room. Guess that was my child to love on. As I went to pick her up I realized