poorer than the poorest because I am rich in this world but lacking in heaven sense due to my own wanderings
I don't have a lot worth saying here today because quite frankly I'm wrestling with my heart and my heart toward Christmas and life in general. And it's all like mud inside my brain. I do not mean it is a burden or that I don't want to be here; I mean that it is not yet describable in language (thank you Tower of Babel). I'm wrestling. My gathering of things, my filling of holes with all kinds of things-- and I don't just mean retail therapy. I'm not saying giving your child a gift is wrong, I'm not saying I won't buy presents for anyone, I'm not saying that eating chocolate advent calendar candies is far-too-luxurious and you're a heathen for endulging. I'm not saying any of that because my sins are too numerous to point any fingers. I'm saying that God is wrestling something in me and I will come out limping like Jacob and that is okay. I think that limping because He has broken me is an easier walk than the limping I do on my own.
"The poor are called to claim their identity as children of God and the non-poor are called to cast off their identities as gods.
The poor are beckoned to apply the gifts they’ve been given — because they have worth.
And the non-poor are beckoned to appropriate the gifts they’ve been given — because everyone has worth.
God is calling, beckoning the rich and poor alike – and He’s calling us all into right relationship.
The sun’s hot and we walk an edge of Ecuador and my hand’s sweating holding Lydia’s but I don’t want to let go—
Because the world’s real poverty is a poverty of lovers.
A poverty of people living loved and loving living and living His love.
Of people making relationships not rationalizations.
Of people who quit comparing and competing and begin caring and living compassion — who’ve touched the hurting next door and the hungry in the next continent and know the face of God." - Voskamp
To read the rest of this real life walk and post from Ann Voskamp go here.