The last five days have been an interesting experience. From the reactions of others when they hear that I am living on £1 per day (mostly teasing) to my own personal reflections, I have certainly gained new insights into the issue of extreme poverty. Yet, when I woke up this morning I began to feel a bit silly as I reflected on the last few days. Can I really understand what it means to live in extreme poverty? The simple answer is no. Although I am eating on the poverty line this week, I have the reassurance that I can return to normal eating habits tomorrow. I can enjoy all those things that I now see as blessed luxuries. What I cannot grasp is what it feels like to see no end to such a life. The constant nagging of a hungry stomach and the burden of constantly worrying where the next meal will come from. It breaks my heart to think that so many must live this way in a world that could easily provide plentifully for us all. What a shame. What an utter disgrace that things have been allowed to go this far when there is something that can be done.
So, if nothing else, I am more determined than ever to continue to do what I can, no matter how small my contribution might be, to seeing an end to the suffering of so many millions around the world. What an amazing opportunity we all have to be able to say to the next generation: ‘We changed history. Tonight no one will go hungry because we fought to see an end to extreme poverty. And we won.’ What a wonderful, wonderful world that would be for us all.
Isaiah 6:8 And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” Then I said, “Here I am! Send me.”