“What’s it cost?”
It’s a fair question. This is sign-up season for the FREEDOM TOUR, so it comes up occasionally. I’m learning, though, to look through the lens of a different question.
What’s it worth?
What’s it worth to see 22 children, once destined for a life of sexual slavery, now living in freedom? What’s it worth to know those kids have a chance to follow their dreams, to become the men and women God created them to be?
What’s it worth to see those children growing in relationship with Jesus?
I know what it costs. It costs $100,000 per year to operate the HOME OF HOPE.
But – what’s it worth?
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We talk about this sometimes when we’re cranking bikes up a steep hill, when legs and lungs burn and you can’t see the top and you wonder Why am I doing this crazy thing?
And someone reminds you why you’re doing it and that the team, the view from the top, and the kids are well worth the small shared sacrifice.
You can ride your bike across Iowa, or Nebraska, or through the Colorado mountains. It might not cost as much.
But, what’s it worth?
Any areas of life where you might reconsider cost vs. worth?