Reality is looking into the eyes of an orphan when he realizes he is never going back to the orphanage because he’s found a family.
Reality is seeing the kids on the street put away their glue bottles for a minute-long prayer and a few minutes of worship to God.
Reality is giving what little clothes you’ve carted on a boat up the Amazon away to a family living in deep poverty there, because, even though you didn’t take much on this trip, they have less than you have in your suitcase.
Reality is kids picking through a garbage dump to find food, clothing, and shelter.
Reality is out in the world, not inside a church or conference bubble.
Reality is Christ giving food and clothing to the homeless man who had his bags stolen from him.
Reality maybe isn’t pleasant, but its real, and wholly necessary for life.
