Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Worlds Apart



I’ve just returned from two back-to-back trips that left my mind swimming.  Two weeks ago I went with a team of five others to serve on a week-long mission trip at the El Hogar orphanage in Tegucigalpa, Honduras.  12 hours after I returned home, Tim and I took Rachel and Scott on a once-in-a-lifetime three day vacation to Orlando. 

Within the space of 24 hours I went from the Third World to Disney World.  Less than a day after I saw children scrape their plates to get at the last bit of their meager dinner of refried beans, I saw families leave huge piles of uneaten food behind for someone else to clean up.  I went from watching a child without a family play happily with nothing but a piece of yarn, to watching a child melt down because his mother wouldn’t buy him a $110 Harry Potter robe. 

The trips, and my responses to them, were extreme.  I spent a week serving the poorest of the poor and came back filled to overflowing.  I spent three days surrounded by extravagance and indulgence and came back…tired. 

There’s nothing wrong with Disney World or Orlando or fun.  I believe God loves us and wants us to enjoy all the goodness He has to offer (which is plenty!).  I loved being able to treat the kids to such a fun holiday and I am grateful that we had the resources to go on this kind of trip.  But I thank God that I had the opportunity to serve in Honduras first.  It gave me some perspective. 

Jesus came so that we can “have life and have it to the full.”  I shouldn’t mistake a “full” life with a self-indulgent life.  I don’t want to spend all my energies making me and mine as comfortable as possible before I comfort those in need.  Yes, I want to give good things to my family, but they are not the only ones who deserve my attention.  I can’t give only when I have “extra” money or serve when I find the “extra” time.  I want my giving and service to be common in timing and uncommon in generosity.  

And I want to teach that to my children.  I want them to know the difference between the fleeting giddiness that comes from a theme park ride and the true joy that comes from serving.  There is nothing wrong with the first, but there is something profound and wonderful in the second.  I wouldn’t want them to miss it for the world, Disney or otherwise.