not long ago I was at a concert and raised my hand
“yes, I will sponsor a compassion child”
I clutched the packet with a child’s photograph in it and briefly regretted that I was letting God pick the child for me instead of searching the Compassion website and picking one for myself. But I reminded myself that this randomness was a way to keep ME out of the decision and let God direct which child I get to connect with.
So I wrote my bank info in the appropriate places, turned in the form. Shook (shaked?) hands with Shaun Groves and thanked him for the opportunity. Then I went to go get in line to meet Travis Cottrell.
I didn’t forget “my child” I knew his name was Esteban.
I got on-line the next day and looked for more info on him and in a short time I wrote him a letter via email. I was content to let it stop there for now.
Then a short while ago the news started flying around in blog-land about the Compassion Trip to India. and a couple of my favorite people (Angie and Melissa) were going to be on the trip. I’ve always loved India. Not the place (since I’ve never been) but the idea of India. The culture, the food, the clothes. India is just way more appealing to me than the home country of my little Esteban. I had thoughts of adding another Compassion child to my refrigerator.
then I thought, No. Don’t do that to Esteban.
then the letter arrived.
in his own handwriting.
somehow I hadn’t quite expected that.
The drawing, the typed translation by some random adult, those I was prepared for…….but then I turned the page over and saw, in pencil, with eraser marks…..
Esteban’s own handwriting.
And for some insane reason I feel as if it was a letter from Christ himself. (Matthew 25:40)
please sponsor a child through compassion or some other agency if you wish. but please do it. and if I haven’t managed to convince you, go read melissa’s post about the subject of God’s mandate to us to give to the poor and needy.