Letters from Lilongwe

On the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.  I was laying in bed trying to sleep but sleep did not come!  This is not an often occurrence for me, I typically konk out within a few minutes and sleep the night through without a problem.  This night was different, I actually was excited for the thoughts that swarmed my mind and kept me fully awake while laying in the darkness.  I was filled with ideas for my post graduation adventures and I could not silence the voice of calling.  This calling reminds me that life is not ment to be lived in the mold of expectations and confines of structure.  We live on this planet to live an adventure with our creator God who has redeemed and restored us through the loving sacrifice of his son Jesus Christ.  I may have lost some folks whenever I start diving into my beliefs but please track with my thought because it has shaped my life and is extraordinarily important to me.  This adventure of

Ministry to the poverty stricken be they homeless or simply below the poverty line is very challenging.  These are people with hopes and dreams, passion and love but we find it hard to treat them as humans.  Over the last few years I have become more and more exposed to this reality through relationships with brothers and sisters on the streets and the local community.  While praying this morning I realized that we as a compassionate community see the need to help those in homelessness as a no brainer.  You see someone without shoes, find them shoes!  But we then find it harder to give time and resources to those on the fringe of homelessness.  The people I am thinking of are the single mothers working three jobs trying to make ends meet so that she does not get herself evicted.  I know that we have a large portion of the poverty stricken community in Atlanta that is on the brink of homelessness and need hope just as much as those already on the streets.  This thought will propel me i