Count the Cost


Katie is a young woman who is mother to 14 children in Uganda. This is an excerpt of her most recent blog update:

A few days ago an American woman who had spent about three days of her life in a third world country looked at me and said, โ€œI would SO love to do what you do. I would do it in a heartbeat. Oh, I would take 14 kids in a second!โ€ It is a good thing that I was having a graceful day, because I said, โ€œAw thatโ€™s nice.โ€ But my not so graceful heart was angry. And the not so graceful voice in my head wanted to say to her, โ€œOk then, do it. I can have you 14 orphaned, abandoned, uncared for children tomorrow. So here is what you have to do: Quit school. Quit your job. Sell your stuff. Disobey and disappoint your parents. Break your little brotherโ€™s heart. Lose all but about a handful of friends because the rest of them think you have gone off the deep end. Break up with the love of your life. Move to a country where you know one person and none of the language. And when you are finished, I will be here waiting with your 14 children!โ€ I wanted to ask her what was stopping her, knowing that the answer would be her comfort. I wanted to look at her and tell her that my life was full and joyful and WONDERFUL, but I also wanted to tell her to COUNT THE COST. Because my life IS full and joyful and wonderful, but it is NOT easy. My life is NOT glamorous. I do not expect it to be. I do not think that anything about carrying a cross was easy or glamorous either.
Which brings me to my point. I am not actually that angry about what that woman said, it was just an offhanded comment. But it got me to thinkingโ€ฆ How many times to we grieve our sweet Saviorโ€™s heart because we refuse to COUNT THE COST? How many times do we choose comfort instead of the cross?

I urge you to read the entire post. Katie goes on to share her heart and to convey the weight of Matthew 25. My heart is so stirred.ย  I may not be moving to Africa to care for orphans like Katie is doing, but I’m praying that my life will become more radical right where I am. Lord, help me count the cost and realize that Jesus (knowing, serving, following, suffering with him) is infinitely more valuable than anything this world can offer.

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