our race

During the last month or so my life has been undone e redone by the moving presence of God. Every day that I spend here seems like parts of me are being taken apart and being put back together again. I look in the mirror and it’s hard a lot of times even to recognize who’s left of me; I have found my new identity and who I am and specially in the middle of this Holy storm found who I am not.

A questions I’ve had in the middle of everything that has been happening within me and around me: “what is our race?” What is it that’s worth living for, what is the true and only purpose of my life besides Jesus. I look at me and I see how many times I’ve tried to fulfill the emptiness that lies in the deepest places of my heart with things that apparently were godly to me. After spending time here in Mozambique I can affirm more surely not only with my words but with my heart that I understand maybe a little bit more clearly what it means to live for my neighbor.

My race is not only for me but for the ones God has placed in my life to carry them along with me. A joyful journey that goes along side with my brothers and sisters, with the ones I’ve been drawn to love, I’ve been fascinated day after day with the beauty of each one of those that God has given me the privilege to walk along side with and also to dream with those whom one day will come and run with me, all of them taking the smaller ones one their backs towards our finish line. We’re all in this holy race, in this holy journey running towards the only thing that can wholly satisfy us.

Will you race with me? Will you let me carry you on my back and have some fun along this journey? Come with me…