While attending the 2012 Global Leadership Summit, I heard Pranitha Timothy of International Justice Mission in Channai, India. Her bio in my Summit notebook says, in part:
- Led over 50 slave rescue operations, serving as the chief legal witness in court
- Developed IJM’s pioneering aftercare strategy for restoration and reintegration, successfully serving thousands of freed slaves
- Designed and established holistic child development centers in remote parts of India
- Considers herself “a voice for the voiceless”
These are the thoughts I recorded after hearing Pranitha’s story.
It’s encouraging to hear dramatic stories of courageous saints who are
But what about the small stories?
Ordinary people just being…faithful—is that enough?
Does there have to be drama, risk, peril?
I hear Pranitha’s story, and I see how calm she is in the face of danger, how accepting she is of the possibility that she could die—
how aware she is that her life is not her own.
And part of me wants that.
Part of me thinks I should be doing that, living like that.
Shouldn’t all my activities and interactions be marked with such an awareness of life and death?
But Monday morning I will wake up and resume my own story—
choosing between eggs or a protein shake for breakfast,
checking my email,
stopping at Walgreen’s for a pack of gum,
spending a day in front of my keyboard, wrestling words into meaningful arrangements.
Is that enough?
Is that a life?
Is that my calling?
(I believe it is.)
is it “right” for me to be dissatisfied with my own life
when I hear about Pranitha’s?
What should my reaction be?