When I was a little girl, maybe 6 or 7, I would sometimes lay in my bed in the morning and stare up at this picture on my wall. I had this one and the Pity Kitty companion picture side by side. How pathetic! But I loved those pictures. I think we got them at a yardsale. I would lay there and dream up idea's how this puppy got lost and was now all alone in the dog pound. Sad, lonely, hungry just waiting to be loved. Then one day, I found him and brought him home.
Puppies and Kittens were all I really understood as a 6 year old. I didn't understand about people being sad, lonely, hungry and desparately needing someone to love them.
During our trip to China, in 2006, I took some pictures of some of these people. The thing that struck me the most was the emptiness in there eyes - like the Pity Puppy. You could see desparation.
There was a hopelessness. I wondered, at times, if these people were being forced to beg by those who would profit from there misfortune with the promise of food and shelter. How aweful that this happens. But it does...
This woman sat outside of our hotel and across the street praying to her god with a sack next to her for a beggers handout.
We gave her a little. In fact, we did give to others as well. We were told not to but how do you just turn your head away from such hopelessness.
All in all what we gave them amounted to nothing. But what they gave to me was life changing. I will never forget them. The poverty. The children playing next to a stream off human waste.
These people were poor. But not the poorest. There are others living even more horribly then these. As close to us as Haiti. My heart is desparate to go to Haiti, not only to see my son, but to see the people. To see the country. To understand.
Sometimes I wish that I could change reality by dreaming up a happy ending like I did with my "Pity" pictures. Obviously, I can't. But I can pray. I can ask God what I'm supposed to do. And then I can do it. That's reality. Putting legs on my Faith. Remembering what it says in James, "Faith without deeds is useless...". It's dead! Dreaming won't feed or clothe or give hope.
Lord Jesus I believe You. And as a believer, I'm called to be the hands and feet of Christ.