For a year and a half now, my heart has been heavy with the plight of the refugees. There are 64+ million moms, dads, daughters and sons without a home right now. I’ve wanted to be with them ever since I first heard of their suffering. Not that I can save them or even change things very much, but it feels important to sit across from them in real life and let the hope and love of God that is growing in my heart spill over in tangible ways.
So, next week, I’m boarding a plane for Lesvos, Greece. I’ll be working in a refugee camp, helping with logistics, relationship buildin—–Wait. Stop. Back up. Not sure if you caught that.
I’M GOING TO GREECE, YA’LL!!! I WILL BE WITH THEM!!!!!!! It will be a mighty reunion of my body and heart when I arrive in that refugee camp. Someone should probably warn them.
As you can imagine, I’ve been busy preparing: language immersion, packing the essentials, perfecting my documentary skills. It’s all going quite well and I think I’m being very mature about it all.