You know, when I see photos like this….
It makes me think of this…
I met him at a school for young children in Chorkor, Ghana – considered to be a “slum” by other Ghanaians. It’s a poor fishing village that sits on the coast and it has one of the highest teen pregnancy rates in the country.
We passed out “biscuits” (which are little cookies) to each child and I noticed this one in particular had slipped his package into his pocket as the rest of the students tore hungrily into their own and ate them within seconds.
“How old do you think that little boy is?” I asked Dana.
“He’s probably around three,” she answers.
This is the age of my youngest child. I pause for a moment to soak this up.
“Why do you think he isn’t opening up his package of biscuits?” I ask.
“Because he’s probably taking it home to share with his family,” Dana replies.
And my eyes well with tears as I toss this around because really, would Spencer save his biscuits for us?
I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t, in fact, I know he wouldn’t because I watched him tear through two chocolate chip cookies today without so much as a glimpse at anyone else in the room. He’s always known excess. He has never wondered when he’ll get to eat again.
And I’m thankful that he wouldn’t think to do this because it means he has enough and yet I mourn the absence of the same innocence in this little boy with the runny nose.
So while there are dogs dining at the Plaza Hotel in New York City, there are countless children who are going to bed hungry every night all over the world. In fact, I would say there are a few hungry kids just blocks from where “Ghengis Khan” is sitting with his out-of-touch owner.
And my heart breaks for what breaks His as well…
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.- Romans 12:2