Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead. As a employee in the healthcare community, I see descriptions like this often. The phrase “knock, knock, knockin on Heaven’s door” could be an understatement, and I’m not referencing my profession in the least. I’m speaking of our unhealthy diets in general. Now let me preface. I love steak, mashed potatoes smothered in butter and gravy, biscuits, corncake, triple-scoop sundaes, Wendy’s, etc. etc. I could go on for hours. I run 3-5 miles about four times a week. I run not to be physically fit, but so I can eat more. I exercise to eat. Great logic, eh?
Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead is a documentary by Joe Cross, an Australian entrepreneur who started “juicing” over a period of 30 days. At the end of the 30-day trial, he had lost over 100lbs, dropped all of his medications, saw dramatic reductions in his B/P, cholesterol, lipids, etc. and also saw an increase in his energy, alertness, and overall production. I highly recommend the flick, extremely enjoyable. However, it failed to convince me to incorporate this into my own lifestyle. The thing I found most interesting was this; upon interviewing subjects of all ages, they would say they knew their actions were unhealthy, but yet they did not possess the “will-power” or the desire to change their actions. They knew what they needed to do, but were unmoved in their apathy.
This is the account of many of us, myself leading the pack. We see a community hurting, the homeless hungry, families evicted, possessions sold in order to put food on the table, but are unmoved to action. Recently, Lauren Spierer, a student at Indiana University went missing. Less than ten minutes away from my place of residency. Search parties went on for weeks, but did I bother? No. I prayed that she would be found, but yet I didn’t put any action into it. You see, prayer is useless when combined with the lack of movement. Prayer correlates to the amount of faith one has, the action to put “your money/actions where your mouth is”.
I preach fiscal responsibility, but love material possessions. I hold to healthy eating, but crave greasy-burger joints (praise be to B-town’s fave…Hinkle’s Hamburgers). I believe in the teachings of Jesus Christ, but find it difficult to commit to everyday study. I genuinely love people, but there’s a point when I become disinterested in their repetitive problems. You see, I have a problem with commitment. I said it. It. Scares. Me. Commitment means a lifestyle, a life-choice, one that will affect the rest of my life, and perhaps have eternal consequences.
The Patriot is undoubtedly one of my all-time favorite movies. It combines history, action, guns, and canons blowing off extremities. What more can a guy, overflowing with testosterone, ask for? Remember the scene where Col. Tavington (aka Jason Isaacs) takes the injured American soldiers captive away from Benjamin Martin (aka Mel Gibson). His sons urged their father to action. But he remained passive, until they then took his own son (played by the late Heath Ledger). We then see him transformed into a killing-machine, taking out anyone and everyone that stood in his way. Sometimes we have to have things taken from us in order to be provoked to action. Which now leads me to the purpose of these writings…
A while back my parents left on their “Faith Journey“, which has taken them to the likes of Talin and now Latvia. They have met many interesting people so far during their time, and have made several contacts, holding weekly “English clubs” and bible studies. Just last week during a street service, they met with several people who were facing dire needs, and asked them to pray with them. Some of these people had not even heard of a man named Jesus Christ, let alone called on His name. This seems crazy to me, because I live in Bloomington, IN. A town where you only have to turn about fifteen degrees before you see another “christian church”.
My parents felt as if God was leading them in this direction. So they went. Six years ago they received their initial call into the ministry. Since that point, they have sold their home, their possessions, and resigned from a government job that promised to meet their needs (both at the present time and into retirement). They had spent the last six months working multiple jobs, saving money, and raising funds when the opportunity presented itself. However, they need your help.
Anyone who knows these people understands that they are “workaholics”, and I believe I have received this blessed trait from them. They have put their “money” where their mouth is, and put it into action. Throughout my life they have placed many of their own needs above their own: working in churches, youth camps, organizing fundraising events, and spending time in counseling and guidance. Now they need your help in three main areas: Prayers, Encouragement, and Finances.
Listen, I love my parents. But I do not want them coming back any earlier than when they were supposed to. I have enough parents here in the states to keep me in line. I do not need another set of parents to tell me what I need to do. I NEED YOU to contribute to them financially to keep them overseas. If you won’t do it for them, then do it for me. I’m calling you to action. Will you make a few clicks, and contribute to their cause? I’ve provided a few links with the information of their mission. Will you become a monthly supporting member? $5 a month. That’s it. 100 new members making a contribution of $5 a month will keep them in Latvia, helping to reach those who you will never have an opportunity to meet.
I know my parents, and I’m gonna get in trouble concerning this post. Growing up, I always made sure that IF I was gonna get in trouble, I was gonna sure make that sucker count. So help me make this count. BLITZ up their website, forward it on to friends, repost this, continue to pray for them, and let them know you are as well. If you already committed to supporting them, then thank you. If not, well, what are you waiting for!?!? See here for details, The Faith Journey.