Yesterday for Blogging 101 we were to read and comment on at least 4 blogs. Today we are to do a post relating back to one of those. The one I guess that resonated very strongly is the post I read at Good Time Stories
It was a short post but very poignant and heart rending, with a photo of a young man who just graduated, beside his father who obviously was living in poverty.
The reason it meant something to me was that I worked for the last 13 years, before retiring on disability for a Christian Humanitarian Organization; World Vision Canada. There was a story about how I got the job, and I have written about it, but I knew I was supposed to be there, and God had a hand in it. My heart had always been touched with the poverty in third world countries, and the people most especially the children who had so much hardship.
When I was young and had my first child, and was feeding him one day there was a program on the television about the crisis in Biafra. Here I was feeding my child and not having to worry if there would be food enough for tomorrow, while watching the tragedy of starvation of thousands of children. The question that came immediately to my mind was… “what would I do if my child was crying and hungry and I had nothing to give him”? From that moment on, my heart was troubled and I would try when I could to help with donations from time to time.
I worked in the Donor Accounts Department when I began and then the Telephone Operations Department. There was interaction with donors, and also overseas staff who would explain what was going on in the various countries. Whenever I was processing donations, speaking on the phone with donors, answering questions about the various aspects of what our work involved, I always felt that I was not doing a job and shuffling papers; instead I thought about all the children and of course all the people that were at the receiving end of all the work that I did. They were not statistics, they were people like you and I; families who loved and were loved, just as the young man and his father in the photo displayed on the post that I read, on Good Time Stories.
Note: While the emphasis was on overseas poverty, it of course is/was recognized there is poverty in our own country, and help is also given there. The difference is that in Canada for example, there are various resources that help may come from, whereas in many of the poorer countries in lands abroad, they just don’t exist.