History in Jesus

I was born to privilege and with that comes responsibility. I could have been born to a family in Hillbrow, SA with a mother as a prostitute and an abusive father. But I wasn't. I could have been born to a wealthy family in LA. I could have looked like a star and been empty inside, but I didn't.

It is a mystery how I was born into my family and grew up in a 3rd world country, and how I have such a wealth of history in Jesus. I have been raised and kept from the harsh realities of this world in many ways. With that, I have a responsibility. I have to go and love the ones that didn't escape. I have to go and tell the ones that haven't experienced the love of Jesus for themselves. I have to go and feed the ones who have empty bellies.

I don't have time to waste on entertaining myself, or on indulging because I can. I will not squander the wealth given to me. I have been shielded, protected, taught and immersed in the Word of God. I have grown up around Godly men and women my whole life. I have been healed on the inside, restored and freed up... For my own benefit??? I don't think so.
It's all about the Father of Glory. It's all about serving Him for eternity. I must speak for the speechless, raise my voice for the voiceless, touch the broken, clothe the ones dressed in rags, feed the ones with malnutrition and disease.... I have not been given freedom so that I may fly away on my own..

I have been given wings so that I can go... So I can fly to the cliff where lives hang on the balance. Wings that will take me to the unreachable places.
Father I ask, don't let me forget. I have a history in Jesus, and it's a story that must be told to the nations...