I went on my very short (and unpaid) lunch-break on Friday the 15th, not expecting more than reheated leftovers and maybe something interesting in the paper. Of course the front page was covered about the Haiti devastation, and hearing about the quake a few days before, I figured I would most likely donate some money along with some clothes. Nothing out of the ordinary … just enough to justify myself. But once I set down, something happened. I can't really say exactly what happened ‘cuz it wasn’t any tragic photo or writing in the paper that moved me, but by something that can only be explained as a powerful movement.
It was a moment of clarity.
All my perspectives seemed to align in a way that seemed right. I know I've always wanted to help others and yet I somehow never seem to. In this moment I not only realized that I could help, but that I would. My mind went crazy thinking of how simple the notion was; serve a people in distress. As a human, but more importantly, as a Christian, why am I not doing everything possible to help. Still on my lunch break I am now on the verge of tears in the back of my Starbucks with a half eaten sandwich in my hand not knowing what do with my life. So I text Anna (my wife), " What would you think about going to Haiti?" She responded, "You lead, I'll follow." I lost it. It was going to happen.
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