6-10-11
In the days preceding my flight to Arkansas, I was invited by my friends John Brennskag, Bryce Donald, and Clay Greeley, to stay in their apartment. The accommodations were plenty and appreciated. Thank you, guys. Their hospitality and the beginning of this journey have inspired me to write about my travels into a foreign place and the people and lessons that I will experience throughout the summer.
Today I woke up in a warm, comfortable bed in the garage in my friend’s apartment, with my few bags and possessions placed against a wall. It is a humbling feeling, to wake up and realize that I am living off the grace of someone who is kind enough to give shelter and that everything I own can fit into a suitcase; I could get used to such simplicity. My friend’s hospitality reminded me of God’s grace, how we are radically dependent upon it and how freely God gives it. I could be like one of the thousands of people in America without a job, stressing out about how to make ends meet. I could be like one of the millions of people who are born into poverty out of chance. Even though I cannot explain why I have received this blessing, I am thankful for the experience of being privileged and how it has taught me to give to the people who are not as fortunate.
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