Yesterday I asked, “Who Am I?”
I suspect most of us have asked that question. I know I have.
The answer was a quote about God’s tendency to pick nobodies to become somebodies.
Who Am I – to think people would want to hear the story of an old, bald, crippled guy who was silly enough to crank a handcycle the length of the Mississippi River?
Who Am I – to imagine people would come together around that story, form The Freedom Tour community, and eventually donate more than $1.1 million to support a group of kids they’ll never meet?
I’m a nobody. No Bible school or missionary training. No writing or public speaking experience. Absolutely no reason God would pick me.
Please – don’t misunderstand…
This isn’t about me.
If you’re familiar at all with the Bible, you know God continually chose the most unlikely characters to become somebodies. Moses, a murderer, directly asked God, “Who am I?” David was a shepherd, the lowest of occupations. Jesus’ disciples were a ragtag collection of uneducated, working-class men and outcasts from Jewish society.
Paul, author of a big chunk of the New Testament, persecuted and murdered Christians prior to his conversion.
The list goes on and on. Considering this history and my own experience, perhaps you and I ought to ask a different question.
“Why Not Me?”
What if we ask that question, not because we believe in ourselves but because we trust God?
What if, with truly open hands, we say, “Here I am. Send me.”
Be careful, though. You might get nudged in an uncomfortable direction.
1500-mile handcycle rides are fun to talk about – once they’re completed.
Actually doing them is hard, and scary, and expensive.
Where would you draw the line?
What wouldn’t you be willing to do if you felt that nudge?