God is so good. Tonight I had the opportunity to serve Middle Eastern refugees at a soup kitchen in Athens. Before the bread and spaghetti was served to the 300+ men, women, and children, the story of Abraham being tested was talked about. How God called him to sacrifice his one and only son, and how Abraham didn’t hesitate in being radical for God.
Although not quite the same, I feel in my heart that my group is ready to be radical for God, and tonight was a step in that direction. There we were, in a rundown building in Athens surrounded by Muslims and Greeks alike, passing bowls of pasta down tables, smiling at children, doing everything we could to soak people in Christ’s love.
It was the most diverse setting that I have been in. It was the most unifying thing that I have ever experienced. It was the most Christ-like I have ever felt.
There is power in the name of Jesus. Power to break the chains of poverty, homelessness, racism, hunger, discontentment, and insecurity. Power to bring a small-town southern girl across the world and into an experience that has changed the rest of her life.
It’s funny--we were serving them, and yet I feel like I was the one who was fed.