Submitted by Annie Farrell,
Bright Hope Team Member
Last week, I took a vacation from the poor.
It’s hard for me to even write that sentence, but it’s the truth. My husband and I had planned carefully for a full week off to travel to Michigan. We put it on the staff calendar, socked some money away and packed our bags with excitement. It had been several years since we had a “real” vacation, and we were looking forward to it.
We had a beautiful time visiting family, sleeping late, eating out, walking along clean, beautiful beaches and doing a lot of nothing.
While I did spend a little time on a few family laptops (mostly checking email and downloading photos), I found myself actively avoiding BBC World News and other places that would bring me face to face with what we see every day here at Bright Hope…
The starving children with their wide eyes and raggedy clothes, the refugee families living in cramped, unsanitary camps… the devastation of families living through the cyclone in Myanmar… the earthquake victims in China … It’s as if I couldn’t bear to look at them, just for a week…
And even though I knew this, of course, it struck me in a new way, that the poor — the people I get to serve in my job here at Bright Hope, never ever “get a vacation” from the poverty and desperation they live under. They never have a reprieve from the daily struggle to come up with a few bites of food, or shelter from the rain, wind or sand. Most of them will never in their lives stroll a clean, safe beach and stop for a cold drink or an ice cream cone.
Most will never ever wake up in a clean, safe hotel room, take a long hot shower and then saunter downstairs for breakfast. They’ll never wake up with absolutely nothing pressing on their mind for the day, and the freedom to go where they want, when they want, and how they want.
I enjoyed my time off. I do believe it allowed me to refresh my spirit, my soul and my marriage and I thank God and Bright Hope for providing it for me.
But I came back to my desk here this Monday feeling an incredible sense of “privilege” that I get to be one of the people here who serves the poor, in my own small way. Our team here starts our day with morning prayer, praying for our partners overseas — the people in country who are face to face with the unrelenting daily needs of their families, communities and villages. Then we ask God to show us how to serve them best - how to raise support, how to develop programs and campaigns to engage people here in our own country, and how to create new and challenging opportunities for more people to partner with us in reaching people who desperately need our help.
I would not want to be any other place than where I am right here, as part of this team. Before I got here, I knew about the poor. I had been to places like Russia and Cambodia, on short term trips, to “catch the vision” of serving the poor. And now, I am trying to share that vision with everyone I meet.
But I’ve changed since I got here. I can’t forget the poor any more. They have become part of my mind, my heart, my spirit, my soul. And I thank God for that. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Today I met with my fellow team members. We made plans to get help to the people of Myanmar and a few other places in very desperate need. It’s good to be back.