The Resurrection of a Shelved Dream
It is easy to get comfortable in the predictable rhythms of daily life. We fall into corporate routines, manage our local responsibilities, and look at global needs through the detached lens of a screen. We convince ourselves that certain chapters of our lives are permanently closed, safely tucked away in the past. But every once in a while, a door opens that reminds you that old dreams don't always die. Sometimes, they just sleep. Tomorrow, I am stepping onto a flight bound for Kigali, Rwanda. I will be spending three weeks on the ground—first in the classrooms of an urban theological campus, and then on the red dirt clay roads of remote rural villages. On paper, I am going to teach. But in reality, I am going to heal a piece of my own story. The Foundation of the Calling To understand what this trip means to me, you have to go back to Labor Day 1995. That was the day I was baptized, gave my life to Jesus Christ, and began a walk that would completely redefine my existence. ...