Compassion
Com·pas·sion (pronounced \kəm-ˈpa-shən\):
Sympathetic consciousness of others’ distress together with a desire to alleviate it.
Right now as I type this post from the comfort of my own home (a home equipped with running water, a roof, and stucco walls) several Compassion Bloggers are experiencing life in Kenya. By following along in their walk through Kenya, and seeing through their eyes with amazing photographs, I’m humbled and shaken to my very core.
I’m reminded of the times I didn’t want to finish my vegetables on my dinner plate and Grandma’s house. “You’ll finish that food because there’s starving children in Africa.” It was said almost as a threat. Was there compassion in that statement? Was I compassionate, greatful even, to pick up my fork and finish my lima beans? I can say truthfully “no.” As a child that statement was just an empty threat to finish my food, and to submit to my elders. As an adult you come to the sickening realization of how true this statement really is. Sure, it takes a quick search online for the information, and a convicting “enter” on your keyboard. You’ll see life, outside of your backyard. Away from the paved roads, the prius, and the coffee shop wi-fi connection.
I must say following these bloggers on their trip so far has been painful and heart piercing. But what a blessing to feel that way! To remember that I’m a member of this world, for however long I’m here, and I have power and a voice. Just like these bloggers. Though my platform may be small, it’s a platform nonetheless. If one person feels what I’m feeling now, I’ve created change. And it’s a contagious disease. I invite you to go on your own Compassion journey, even if it’s from your own computer chair. Educate yourself on what someone else is experiencing at this very moment.
Everyone has a story. Will you help tell theirs?
