“I died,” she said after she read it. Tis a sweet death I thought to myself.
Perhaps it sounds masochistic, I don’t mean for it to. I simply mean that, if the reality and truth of the Gospel unveils our eyes and breaks our hearts to the point that we finally understand what it means and could feel like to “die to ourselves,” then yeah, tis a sweet death. Because in the removal of self from our pursuits and priorities, all that is left to behold, attain, and love is Christ. All that is left, when we’re no longer in our own way, is all that God is and all that He has waiting for us.
So what brough this up? What else? A kid living in poverty, talking about how blessed he is. My heart simultaneously broke my him as well as myself. It broke for him because he is one of so many. It broke for myself because I want to know the depth of his faith in my own life someday. I want to know his peace.
If you have the guts and are willing to risk being wrecked, and I highly encourage that you take said risk, read this.
And watch this.
And then sponsor a child just like him.