If you think Jesus would have come into your home that day and not issued a strong rebuke to the head of household, you are mistaken. These words of condemnation have been haunting me for days now. They aren’t all that different than the soundtrack I play in my head on an almost-daily basis. It’s…
#Run4Refugees Day 1 (or why I’m covering 20 miles on foot this week)
From now until Saturday, my goal is to cover 20 miles on foot. I’m not journeying anywhere. I’ll be running and walking circles in my extended neighborhood. If you know me at all, you know that I’ve been running regularly for years. But this is no casual hobby this week.
Why am I doing this?
I’m raising money for CWS, a faith-based organization transforming communities around the globe through just and sustainable responses to hunger, poverty, displacement and disaster. Specifically, I’m aiding their #Run4Refugees campaign. While I’m covering these miles, I’m asking people to considering donating to CWS’ work in supporting refugees.
This is a cause and an organization I’ve supported for years, but it’s been a while since I talked about it. So, as I cover the miles this week, I’ll be sharing some reasons that I took on this challenge.
Today, I logged 4 miles, so here are 4 reasons. (I’ll share one for each mile I complete.)
- Refugees are people. Maybe that sounds obvious, but what I really mean is that they are living, breathing human beings, not some abstract “issue” out there in the big, wide world. For years, I had the opportunity to meet refugees as they resettled in Lancaster, and every interaction reminded me that the “refugee crisis” I read about in the news or heard about on television was about real human beings. I have names and faces and conversations embedded in my heart and mind of people who made the “refugee crisis” real to me.
- Twenty miles is a distance that feels almost impossible. Maybe insurmountable. And it’s equal to the number of years some refugees spend in camps–in limbo between the home they fled and a country that will receive them. Twenty years of not knowing where or when or how your family will get by or thrive. I want to feel the weight of that number in my body.
- It’s something I can do. Often when presented with a big, global problem, we throw up our hands and wonder, “What can I do?” Will my running 20 miles in one week solve the refugee crisis? Nope. But it will provide much-needed funds and awareness for an issue that’s easy to dismiss because it’s “too big.” Can your donation solve the refugee crisis? No. But it could provide a health center visit for a family with a sick member or provide a meal for a family on their first night in the United States. You can donate here to help me reach and surpass my fundraising goal.
- Refugees are resilient. Because humans are resilient. I don’t believe refugees are some sort of special breed of human able to withstand more suffering than others. They keep going because humans have an unwavering will to survive. I set a goal to run 20 miles in one week, and these first four miles were tough. The humidity and my lack of hydration had me seeing white spots when I got home. I know I’m going to end up walking some of these miles. Maybe more than I want to. But the point is to keep going. Because humanity finds a way to survive.
Check back in throughout the week for more reasons I’m running 20 miles this week. And if you’re willing and able, please donate! Thank you!
While We Sleep
I woke this morning
to a message from my brother,
800 miles away.
“Are you guys okay?”
He had heard some news
about our city.
I had to search the web
to find out why.
A man was shot and killed by police.
Later that night, people took to the streets,
protesting the police, throwing rocks at windows,
setting things on fire.
While I slept, our city made news.
“Yes, we’re fine,” I told him.
“We live outside the city.”
But in the city are friends.
My husband’s workplace.
Tonight, while I sleep,
he will drive into the city
to start his work day.
Is it selfish to want to pray for his protection?
Why should we find favor with God,
if that’s even how prayer works,
when so many others do not survive the night?
The city might burn again tonight
while I sleep.
It makes a difference when the blaze
touches places you know and love.
It is not for me to decide innocence or guilt.
I don’t have all the information.
It IS for me to lament.
To grieve.
To cry and to wail.
That while we sleep
the world burns
and sometimes we don’t even notice.