So, I'm leaving in 8 hours (5am) to go to New Orleans on a mission trip with my church's youth group. I guess I'm a chaperone...if you could call me that. As I was thinking about all the people I might come in contact with and what I could possibly say to them, I was waiting on my clothes to dry. I was packing my bathroom bag. I was trying to find matching sheets to take to make my bed in the dorm I'll be staying in for a week. I was making a list of things I might need to pick-up last minute at Wal-Mart. I was texting my mom asking her to put some money in my bank account in case I might need something and to pay for meals on the way down to New Orleans and back. I was making sure I had some laundry detergent and quarters to wash clothes if mine got too nasty. I was trying my best to cram all my crap into my suitcase.
Really? Wow. How spoiled and ungrateful am I? We were packing gallon-sized ZipLoc bags to pass out to the homeless of New Orleans and each one contained these items: toothbrush, toothpaste, washcloth, soap, deodorant, vienna sausages, crackers, and a bottle of water. That's it. That's all they are going to get. And those are life necessities. I have so much STUFF. My family has so much stuff. Two houses, four cars, a boat, a timeshare, retirement funds, stocks, insurance, etc, etc...Why? I know some people just have better luck than others but why us? Why my parents? Why can I just ask my mom for $100 for crap I might or might not need and some people won't see $100 in their life? I don't like to think that I'm selfish but maybe I am. Maybe I can give more. No, I KNOW I can give more. That's no question. The real question is: Will I do it? I'm hoping this week will be the final nudge to push me over the edge; to knock me down onto my face.
Will I do it?
