Things I Learned On the Island Pt. 1 (Cosas Que Apprendi En la Isla)

Today, as I was speaking with my brother on the phone, I realized that it was the first time that I really verbalized one of the realizations that I came to when I was in Puerto Rico a couple of weeks ago. It started off as a simple conversation about lunch, and turned into a conversation about one way that my life has changed since going to Puerto Rico. He told me about how he was at Chic-Fil-A getting a free chicken sandwich with a coupon that he had. I asked him if it was the new spicy chicken sandwich, or if it was just the regular one that they've always had, to which he responded that it was the regular one. I was somewhat disappointed, since I wanted to know what he thought of their new spicy chicken sandwich, because I've been trying to decide if it is worth it for me to try. Then I said, "I never go to Chic-Fil-A anyway, because its too expensive for too little food. I never get full off of one of their meals, and I end up having to pay around $11 to get full. So I never go." This is the point where the conversation shifted. (Random, right? lol)

After that statement, I digressed, and shared with my brother how I'm trying to eat less these days. Not to lose weight or anything, though general health concerns are an added benefit. While in Puerto Rico, a typical day consisted of eating breakfast at around 6:15am, which sometimes literally consisted of 2 small pancakes and 2 small strips of bacon. I may be small, but I'm still a grown man. I can eat with the best of them, and that breakfast, in my mind, was the equivalent to eating a snack-sized bag of chips. Something to do, but ultimately, pointless and ineffective. After breakfast, we arrived at our worksite at around 7:30am to continue working on our construction project.

Throughout the day, we worked (and took breaks), until around noon, which is when our team decided to eat lunch (shout to the Nail Heads!). Lunch consisted of a very sketchy peanut butter & jelly sandwich, a turkey & cheese sandwich (with 1 or 2 slices of meat on it), and a small bag of chips, or 2 little cookies. I emphasized to my brother how small of a lunch that was, especially given that the breakfasts, or even dinners, were not any bigger. When I'm at work, or in my apartment, I definitely eat way more food than that. Each sandwich would have 4 slices of turkey, at least.

Here's what I came to realize. When waking up so early in the morning, I needed to eat something for breakfast...Anything would've sufficed. Working throughout the day on a construction project in the direct heat of the Puerto Rican sun was definitely not the easiest thing that I've done in my life. By the time lunchtime came around, I was grateful to see those brown bags with the sketchy peanut butter & jelly sandwich and turkey (or ham) & cheese sandwich come around. After the first couple of days, I learned to look forward to those lunches. They sustained me throughout the rest of our work day (which ended at 3:30pm). Even still, the lunches did not fill me up, nor did they satisfy my epicurean nature. But, I was sustained. I had enough.
Enough. A word that is so estranged from American vocabulary that people would probably not feel comfortable giving it an "absolute" definition. We would typically feel the need to leave the definition open-ended, so as to leave more room for our "situationally specific, 'enough'" (read: excessive) lifestyles.

Anyone who follows me on Twitter, knows that recently, God's been taking me through a journey where I really want to step up my actions in regards to the ills that I see in society. I truly have a problem with the fact that there are ENOUGH resources in the world that not a single person should die from starvation, or be homeless, yet those things happen regularly. Sure, I have money automatically deducted from my bank account monthly that goes towards education, clean water, and shelters (shout out to the Mocha Club). But I also spend a relatively exorbitant amount of money on myself, in relation to what I share with others.
I'm reminded of author and speaker Francis Chan, who spoke about he and his wife, who through the prompting of the Holy Spirit, decided to share (donate) 100% of the royalties from his book "Crazy Love" to a charity. This action was met with opposition, even in the church, because people said that it was not a wise decision, and that they should at least save some of it in case of an "emergency." Chan responded in disappointment, highlighting that child slavery IS an emergency, and its happening RIGHT NOW. His view was that emergencies do not become less urgent when they are disconnected from us.

So how does this tie into the Chic-Fil-A story, and me sharing with my brother that I'm trying to eat less? God is taking me through a season of contentment, and sustainability. He's also working out my passions. Why do I need to eat 2 double stacks, a 5 piece nugget, and a medium fry from Wendy's for lunch? I don't need to eat until I get sleepy. lol. Seriously...a food coma? Really? Basically, I was encouraged to become a more considerate consumer. Sure, I'm not sending extra food to the homeless shelter downtown. That's not the point. The point is that I want to be content with enough. Practically speaking, that frees me up to be able to do so much more for the issues that I say I'm passionate about.

Think about it. We say that we care about issues like child slavery, world hunger, homelessness in our community, the RIDICULOUS global poverty line, etc...Yet we do things like buy a new outfit for an event, or pay for a meal at a restaurant on our CREDIT CARDS. We live such exorbitant lifestyles, that we don't even have "enough" for ourselves, much less anyone else. When I can sit here typing this post on my Macbook Pro, in my own 2 bedroom/2 full bathroom apartment with no roommate, watching one of my 250 something DVDs on my flatscreen HD TV, while occasionally tweeting from my iPhone 3Gs, and then in the next breath say, "I can't afford to help my neighbor", there is a SERIOUS, problem. This is the circumstance for the average American.

The majority of the people who will read this will more than likely be my friends, and will more than likely be between the ages of 18 and 30. This note absolutely applies to you. The world is ours for the changing. I encourage you NOT to go ask your parents for $60 to go buy a tent from http://www.aHomeInHaiti.org, but rather that you make the sacrifice out of your own pockets. High school & College students and young adults are the richest, most "broke" demographic in our country. We claim to always be poor and never have money, yet we always find a way to get "stuff." We can be more.

What do I want you to do about it? I don't know. NOT nothing. I want you to reject apathy. That's what I want you to do. Reject apathy. Proactively. Let the Holy Spirit guide you, speak to you, and convict you of what you need to do. This is just some of what I learned while I was in Puerto Rico, and I wanted to share it with you. God is big enough to be enough. Seek Him. Learn Him. Know Him. Live.

**Update**
I can't believe I forgot to leave you all with the verse that inspired me throughout the entire week in Puerto Rico, and everyday since then. Its on the background of my iPhone, and my Mac's Desktop.

Micah 6:8 - He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?