I have long been a fan of Invisible Children and the work they do. Today I read a blog post about a man who died during the recent terrorist attack in Kampala, Uganda at a rugby field where hundreds had gathered to watch the World Cup. He had spent a year and a half with Invisible Children fighting for the rights of children in Uganda. After all that time, passion, and work, he finally got to visit the country and children he had been fighting for. It was during this trip that he lost his life.
It made me really stop and pause a moment. He would not have died at that rugby field except for his beliefs in freedom for the children of Uganda. He could have believed that from the safety of his home, his wallet, or his words. But he chose to live out those beliefs through his life — even though those beliefs led him to a country in Africa where he died by a bomb at a rugby field.
What do I believe? Am I supporting it with more than my words or money? Am I living it out? Is my life proclaiming what I believe — even if it took me to my death?