As painful and difficult as this journey is, I so wish that everyone in the world could have such an experience. Life-changing just doesn't seem to come close to describing it. Soul- changing, I guess, is more like it. It feels like every unimportant and inconsequential thing in my brain and heart is being burned away. Before I came this time, of course I had a heart for these kids and their suffering. But I still was thoughtless about my connection to it. The mindless dollars I spent on that extra cup of Starbucks coffee or that special brand of shampoo -- those dollars mean something here. I thought i knew that before, but now I see it in action and my heart breaks for all the wasted money that goes out into the world from our pockets for things that do not matter. People matter. Their suffering matters.
And we have the power to alleviate it.
I don't care if you are a Christian, a Jew, a Muslim, a Buddhist, or a Whirling Dervish -- all our religions call us to relieve the suffering of others. No, they don't call -- they demand! And if your religion didnt demand it, your heart should! How can we possibly not do it? My guess: ignorance. If people could just see these kids, and feel their pain, most would do something. And that is why I am here I think. God is using my weakness (my outspoken-ness and anger) to get the word out. He knows, if nothing else, I know how to rage and rant and He knows that I don't shut up when I'm angry.
Guess what? I'm angry. I'm angry that the world doesn't stop in it's tracks for these kids. I'm angry that so many people sit on the fence. So many good people! I have friends right now whom I know read my blog and have not responded or sent a dime, and yet I know they are good people. What makes them stay silent? What makes them so numb as to not respond to this travesty?
I truly believe in my heart of hearts that one day we will stand before something, someone greater than ourselves who will ask that same question of us. Why? I told you about them. Why did you not help them? I want to stand ready with an answer. I want to say that I spent everything I had helping these children.
Here they are -- beautiful souls like your own children -- and they are stuck in this place. They have nothing but what you send them. They have no one but the revolving caretakers who do their best to love them. Don't be a voyeur. What an ugly word that is. Instead, move. Move your indifference, move your complacency, move move move your body and mind and heart to do something. The reward is beyond your wildest imaginings.