I have thought a lot about Luz lately. She is my sponsor child's grandmother and guardian.
Sponsoring a child, you know, the advertisement on the sidebar of your Facebook or the booths at Christian conferences. Phrases like, change a life for $40 a month.
I see Luz in a unique way. Maybe it's because one time she almost had to pick my hair for lice (apparently he is a pro delouser) or because I finally understood the gospel because of her and her friends.
The smell of Pine Sol today made me think of her. I was mopping the floor-- not the most glamorous job for a college grad, nonetheless, the Pine Sol, mop and bucket of water smelled just like Luz. She cleans the programs where her granddaughter goes to school. It is her dream job. She prays while she mops, and she listens to the kids stories of pain and violence.
As I mop I think of her.
I think of how I will barely do this job for what they pay me, but she did it as a volunteer for almost 2 years.
I don't know if I have really helped Luz that much with my tiny donations, but she has helped me. She is an inspiration, a challenge and a mystery to me. How does she go home to the gun shots every night, rest her tired dirty feet in her less than elegant home in that neighborhood where I'm not allowed to go anywhere without security guards.
How does she wake up and thank God everyday? I wonder if she has more to thank him for than me. And maybe that is because she depends on him for more.
Do I really need God any less than her?
Does my college degree, American passport, insurance policy, job stability, or socioeconomic status make me any less desperate?
Are there different levels of Christian-- the ones who trust him most deeply for 'traveling mercies' and the ones who trust him most deeply for survival?
Thinking a lot lately about what it truly means to be a follower of Jesus and why it seems to look so different depending on context. I've always thought we were the most blessed nation because of all the freedom and money. And surely we are incredibly blessed for so many reasons, but is it really all good? Does the freedom of religion mean we actually deeply experience God? Does the abundance of "things" really bring us contentment and thankfulness?