I recently spent a week in Nicaragua with one of my daughters and some pretty awesome people from our church. Of course, there was no service on our phones. We couldn’t keep up with the current events in our world. And ya know what, we survived. We didn’t worry about who was offended by what, or what the latest outrage was. We had the opportunity to love like Jesus.
I wonder how our country would be if we did this more in our own backyards. If we didn’t run to social media overtime we were wronged, but instead, forgave. What if we made being the hands and feet of Jesus a priority?! We need to put down our stones and step out of our boxes. Get uncomfortable so that we can reach the “unreachable”. Sleep on the ground so that we can reach the ones in the beds. Eat food cold out of the can so that we can reach the ones cooking in the kitchen. Hike the mountain so that we can reach the ones in the house on top. Get sick on the airplane so that we can reach the ones in the other country.
I saw the kids of Nicaragua not care about the language barrier and smile when we rounded the curve and came back to the village. I saw a woman that had never seen us before be the first of the village to welcome us with handshakes. I saw the two students that went with us hug the kids like they were old friends. I saw a young man that went with us tell his story to young men of the village.
I’d say it was one of the best weeks of my life. When I feel like hiding in the corner I need to remember this.