NOTE: I started this blog 13 years ago with a commitment to be honest, especially when I felt foolish or conflicted. Today’s one of those days.
Confession: I’m stuck in a perpetual mental wrestling match.
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Last week we told our story to a wonderful group of high-level Christian leaders. After dinner, two conversations characterized my internal struggle.
One man marveled at the impact of our project on the lives of 22 individual children. He spoke through teary eyes of their separate stories and the way each path would be forever altered.
Another man asked about our plans going forward for more children and more homes. He wanted to help us scale our efforts.
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That evening we learned about remarkable efforts that serve thousands of people all over the world. The folks who operate those programs confront injustice on a massive scale. They have budgets and offices. They hire amazing staff members and train interns and help so many people…
We could do that. Why don’t we do that?
Why do we serve 22 kids at one HOME OF HOPE through an incredible community that operates out of a corner of our living room?
A few years ago some men needed help working on their bikes. We might have raised funds and bought new parts and hired mechanics. Instead, some guys from our team spent a couple of Saturday mornings turning wrenches and getting grease under their fingernails. We prayed with them and laughed and cussed a little when we didn’t always have the correct second-hand parts.
We’ve watched and worried about our 22 kids for 9 years. We know their caretakers. We celebrated when the first ONE graduated last year.
Why do we do it this way? Are we doing it the wrong way?
Should we be doing it the other way?