Yesterday I lived off $1.25. I ate ramen noodles and beans for a good meal. I didn't access internet, cell phone, or use my car for the day.
I walked up the road with a buddy to the nearest church one mile away. I walked over to my meeting in the afternoon. I read a little, had a few conversations with my housemates. Connected with the Lord.
Did I cut corners? Of course. It isn't easy to stay true to $1.25 if you live in the suburbs and have a schedule to keep. But the point wasn't about staying completely true to the task. It was about taking a day to personally reflect on poverty in it's most extreme forms.
It seems that an average American uses somewhere between $30-50 a day. A buck twenty-five is nothing but pocket change to us. But it is what 1 out of 5 people live off of each day.
Here are some lingering thoughts I had throughout my Dollar25 Day:
-I had more meaningful conversations and pursued people face to face more than ever.
-I had a lot more time for people and a lot less time for 'stuff'.
-I could only accomplish 1/2 of what I wanted to do for the day. Life was a lot more simple. My schedule could not be demanding.
-I savored the one real meal that i ate. I was very grateful for it.
-While we will always have poor people, they should not be living in extreme poverty.
-Poverty is a very relative term.
-I am living an incredibly wealthy lifestyle.
-I don't ever need to trust God for my daily bread. In some ways this is very debilitating to my faith.
-In Proverbs 30, Solomon prays for "neither poverty nor riches". Many of us should pray for less, and 20% of this world is praying for more.
-I need to see extreme poverty. I imagine it to flip my world upside down.
-There is emptiness in just offering someone physical alleviation. There must be a remedy for the heart as well. May our passion for social justice not overshadow the need to bring Christ to feed the soul. We must do BOTH well.














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