Could Have Been Born

I often think about how I could have been born at any point in history, into any part of the world, into any situation. Could've been the Queen of England, Pocahontas, Joan of Arc, Judas Iscariot...I could've been born in India, a Dalit, the lowest caste; enslaved from birth, treated like a dog or less. I could have been born in Africa, died of aids or starvation or worse. I could've been a child soldier. I could have been born in Thailand, sold by my parents at the age of four and raped by North Americans until I died. I could have been born to alcoholic, abusive parents, ended up on the street...

Could've. But God chose for me to be born now, here in Canada. I am a free woman. A woman living in a country of wealth, privileges and abundant resources. I've got a book to read on anything I could ever want to know. My head is full, my hands have more than they could ever hold; wealth, privilege, resources...responsibility. When God placed us in this great country what did he mean for us to do with all we have been given? Our heads are full, our hands have more than they could ever hold. Unless we give it away it will become a great burden.

Maybe we were meant to rescue. Maybe we were meant to give as though it was all God's in the first place. Maybe we were meant to save, heal and deliver by the power of Jesus.

Why were you born here, at this point in history?