Yesterday we woke up to find that we had no water. Few things in the scheme of modern conveniences are more devastating than the lack of indoor running water. Toilets function for one flush, and unless you have maintained a store of backup water for one purpose or another you have to take care of the essentials of personal hygiene somewhere that has running water.
I think this would be the worst part of being homeless. No running water, no place of private discharge and cleansing renewal. The inconvenience of a well pump giving up, pales in comparison to the inconvenience of no hope for having water that you can call your own for the foreseeable future.
This month I have learned a few things, but one thing in particular I believe will carry me further than the rest. I’ve stumbled upon a great fact of living this life that I had known was there, but hadn’t quite been able to put my finger on.
I have been prone to self censor, and self edit. Somewhere along my path to adulthood and career progression, I lost the motivation to evangelize. To share the things that I knew and that I was passionate about with others. Aside from politics and civil rights that is. I had come to believe that most people lived in my bubble of news-aholic-ism and were as tuned into the happenings of modern culture and personal growth as I am. Therefore it would be a waste of time to share the things I was learning or that I knew because other people were already doing it – it was just my job to consume as much as I had time for and leaving the producing to the people who do it for a living.
But just like Evangelists in religion, there is always room for another voice, another source, another leader bringing the world the good news and truth as I see it.
And so, I must become adept at communicating and sharing my gospel to the best of my ability.