He picked up a Compassion packet and read every word. He opened it up and read the real story of a child in Rwanda.
That’s when I asked if he had any questions.
He said no. Apparently he’s looked at packets before but he still wasn’t sure. We talked for a few minutes before he put the packet down.
I hate that moment. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and say, “Just sponsor the child already! Make the plunge!”
Instead I let him walk away.
And I turned my attention to a mother who pulled the blue form out of a packet and set it on the table to fill out. To clear her hands, she handed the child packet to her son,
“Meet your new brother.”
My heart leapt for joy.
It’s these moments that make it worth a few hours of my time, the awkward eye contact during the packet pass, and the often times bizarre questions asked when I’m behind the table.
There’s something so tender about being able to watch a family choose their newest family member, choose to rescue, choose to give a child dignity.
Love. Compassion. Value.
At the end of the night, a family of seven crowded around the Compassion packets praying, debating, and deciding which child they wanted.
“Are these all of the children you have with you tonight?” the dad asked.
I said no and pulled out the rest of our stack. They weren’t going to let their child be overlooked just for being placed on the back table.
Between the seven of them, every packet was examined. Every child loved.
“Look! He has a fun name!”
“She’s got the same birthday as Grandpa.”
“What if we sponsor two? That’s only $10 each.”
“This is our child. I know it.”
“He’s been waiting since Christmas!”
“She lives in… how do you say that? Bangladesh.”
You could tell if they could, they’d sponsor every child on that table. There was no possible way they could all agree on one single child.
Instead they changed their method. Each family member picked one child and all seven packets were handed to the artist.
“You pick,” they said. They all agreed they’d sponsor whichever child she chose.
“Gosh, I hope I choose the right one,” she said. After all, adding a family member for someone else is a lot of pressure.
This time the dad took the words right from my heart,
“They’re all the right one.”
September has been Blog Month at Compassion. We’ve been using social media to release children from poverty in Jesus’ name. So far this month 3,309 children have been rescued. Will you make it 3,310? Sponsor a child.
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