No, I didn't misspell the title, it is supposed to say that. Here is a link to one of my favorite blogs http://pwojeespwa.blogspot.com/
I read this as often as I can. It is written by a priest who decided to leave the comfort of America and go to Haiti, where he felt God wanted him. When he got there, he bought a little house and started to care for orphans from the street. Soon, his new little family out grew the little house and God provided another. This went on and on until they now are on a big piece of land and care for 650 or so kids. The story is amazing, it breaks my heart every time I read it.
I am so grateful that I serve a God who is Love. Part of that means he loves me enough to want a better life for me, but not in the way that you would think. The bible, a book of God and his work in relationships through out history, is about love. His love of a nation who turned away over and over, and God who never gave up on them. A God who left the comfort of heaven to become a lowly man, so that I would better understand life changing love.
God's priority in my life is not my comfort, it is to learn to love. I write that as I sit in the air conditioned dinning room of my suburban home and the irony doesn't escape me. I worry sometimes that I am living in too much comfort, not that being provided for is a bad thing, but it doesn't seem to require much faith. It is easy to love those friends and family God brings into my life, it usually doesn't require much more than holding my tongue.
What if God wanted to take me away from all my physical comfort and send me to learn more about love in a place like Haiti? Would I go? Matt and I have talked about this so many times, this desire to leave the "easy" life, sell all our meaningless stuff and do something that matters. One day we just might do it. Until we do, what am I doing to show that I serve a God of love? I wish I had a good answer for that.