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Sunday, July 24, 2011

compassion child

by Kay Elrod Dallas on Friday, September 10, 2010 at 11:28am


How could I have known how I’d be ripped open, made to howl too

It has no running water — or insulation, drywall, flooring, paint, chair, window or kitchen. There is tin.

Their home of tin sheeting, that tilts so precarious off the edge, that it makes my hog barn look like a palace, my chicken house look like a mansion. There's a bed and one chair and light seeping in from gaps around the tin roof. There are no windows. Three children live here. The mother, her voice is soft, her eyes large.She prepares food for this family in shadows. There's an egg carton on the floor, a bowl of rice on a shelf.

How does my theology press through the grid of this geography?

How does my faith in a land of iphones and ipods and ipads respond to a whole city of people in ramshackled tin and relentless rain washing them away?

Because whether consciously or not, intentionally or not --- faith is always responding. Either with indifference or with intercession, either with apathy or aid.

Faith cannot have a non-response.

Once we have seen, we are responsible --- we will make a response.

One way or the other

"Is it still about Jesus?"

pleading ,can't we talk about something happy and i'm torn, my eyes spill? thoughts whirl of my seed, my DNA, shallow.

Maybe we don't need to know the names of the men, women, children, fastened to the edge of the world. Maybe we only have to look in our own mirrors and ask the of the faces there, ask of the way we invest our money, ask of how we live and spend and steer our lives:

"Is this about Jesus' name?"

Or the comfort and ease and furtherance of mine?
Then he said to them, "Whoever welcomes this little child in my name welcomes me...Lk. 9:48

Won't you sponsor a child with Compassion!

Pray that the body of Christ would really get RADICAL

REMEMBER HER NAME IS ESTHER FROM TOGO-I love you Esther, my compassion child

My name is now Mema Kay. Nice ring don't you think. Monthly pictures adorn my desk.


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