My name is Daniel Bartlett and last summer I decided to do my internship at Humbly I Serve. I enjoyed their mission and saw that God was doing something there, although I didn’t have the full blast of exactly what it was. It also met a requirement for my Journalism degree, so I came on board, and looking back on it now, I’m glad I did.
I spent the whole summer working as their Content Manager, working on newsletters, sending out emails, crafting press releases, among other tasks. And this was like other jobs that I have done, but what made it a real special place for me was being surrounded by good people whom I enjoyed their company, but also ones who really had a heart for the Lord.
It probably took about a month into my internship before God really started working on my heart. I did a lot of work with the His Vision Project mostly. And we all know how it is; you hear some statistics, see some photos of the hurt and turmoil that is amounting in these other countries, and your heart becomes stirred. All of which happened to me, but even more so, because I was the one doing a lot of the research that went into gathering these facts, and really digging into how the other part of the world lives, and what I saw shocked me.
I’ve never been out of the United States, but I know that there are some hurting people living in some pretty rough places all around the world. We’ve all seen it somewhere or sometime, probably on TV or online or on a billboard; People who are hungry, thirsty, in pain or with disease. This is so sad to see, people suffering, struggling with no one to help them. But is there really no one to help them? The even sadder fact is that there are more than enough people to help. Although many will see, very few will actually do something about it.
And I’m not just talking about people who are able to give money, although this is a great means of helping, but even just giving their time, their company and just being there with these people to love them when they have no one else to do so. If Christ was still walking this Earth, I believe that he would be out there on the front lines, ladling food for the hungry at a soup kitchen or helping a woman carry fresh water back to her village for her children or just sitting, listening to a person’s story, because everyone has one. So what’s yours? What’s mine?
I am realizing more and more each day that we’ve only got one shot at this life, and every day we are one step closer to eternity, and tomorrow is never guaranteed. I just found out this week that my friend’s brother just came down with a rare form of bone cancer, and he is not even twenty years old. Nothing is guaranteed. Nothing is lasting. Nothing but one and that is God. He is unchanging and his promises stand true.
And when we stand at those pearly gates, and stand before our God, what will we have to show for ourselves? That we accumulated wealth, had nice things and lived a comfortable life, or that we pushed through the muck and grime, gave all we had and held nothing back, and now, huffing and puffing out of breath, we stand before Jesus at God’s right hand, probably a little smelly and sweating, feeling accomplished and confident. Christ smiles and hands us a white robe, and we hear, “Well done my good and faithful servant.”
This is beautiful music to my ears, but this is ahead of us for all who believe. But now is not the time to linger, now is the time to act, to persevere, to take ourselves where we may not always be comfortable going, do things we may not want to do. Or maybe you do, if your heart is in the right place. I know I only have one shot, and I want to make it count. How about you?