We make our own sacrifices and worship our own gods, from materialism to social justice. We have our own talismans, always connected to our human conceit.
Service can be connected to spiritual pride, something we “do for others” that makes us feel good about ourselves. There was none of that with this group.
I could thank the Puritans for my luxuries, with their clean, industrious ways. I’m sure I can thank the Lord, whose mercies are new every morning—even in Nepal. I just want to remember how rich I am.
Whenever we visit IBS, we are met by bright, positive, eager young men and women who want their lives, and the lives of their families, to be different. And better. There is poverty, yes. But there in no poverty mentality.
I wasn’t scared. I could easily have hailed a cab. I was just confused and wanted to find my way. On my own, if I could.