If you ever get the chance to go hear Jen Hatmaker speak, RUN do not walk!! You will truly be blessed!!!!!!!
Whatever God has done or is doing in our family is certainly not a template, and I don’t want it to be. We live in a certain city with a certain task, we have specific gifts and we’re horribly deficient in others. Our life looks like it does because we are the Hatmakers, and God is dealing with us the way he’s dealing with us. We have history and sin issues and circumstances and geography that God takes into account as he stakes our place in His kingdom. You have an entirely different set of factors. I have no idea what this might look like in your life, nor do I want that job. Your story is God’s to write, not mine.”
I’m going to bed tonight grateful for warmth, an advantage so expected it barely registers. May my privileges continue to drive me downward to my brothers and sisters without. Greater yet, I’m tired of calling the suffering of “brothers and sisters” when I’d never allow my biological siblings to suffer likewise. That’s just hypocrisy veiled in altruism. I won’t defile my blessings by imagining that I deserve them. Until every human receives the dignity I casually enjoy, I pray my heart aches with tension and my belly rumbles for injustice.
I had come to see that the great tragedy in the church is not that rich Christians do not care about the poor but that rich Christians do not know the poor . . . I long for the Calcutta slums to meet the Chicago suburbs, for lepers to meet landowners and for each to see God’s image in the other . . . I truly believe that when the poor meet the rich, riches will have no meaning. And when the rich meet the poor, we will see poverty come to an end.
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