My Favorite Charity

I was watching someone by the name of Rod Parsley crying shamelessly on Trinity Broadcasting Network ( TBN) . What bothered me was not him crying because I understand the anguish he was feeling. He was crying because of the latestreports from Sudan that children by the thousands are dying everyday because of hunger and disease. TBN showed shots that were extremely disturbing. For instancem there was a baby – a three year old- rummaging for food in a garbage dump. His diet for the day was rotten food fiested on by flies first before he got there. This three year old has no parents. They died of AIDS and thus, he is alone ( I would bet with a lot of angels) with other little kids looking for food in a garbage dump.

In another scene, TBN showed kids who are about eleven or twelve raped and left to die. Fortunately, she survived and was taken in by a Christian missionary group. Nevertheless, the trauma is still there. Add the harshness of living alone without regular food and potable water and you have something close to hell. Then another scene of thin kidswith incongrously big stomachs lining up with their dirty bowls for their dialy ration of what looked like porriage.In yet another scene, kids are kidnapped and sold as slaves in an age where slavery should no longer exist. Worst, most of those sold as slaves are teenage kids!

It was disturbing watching these videos. There was also the case of little toddlers dying because of lack of any potable water and simple medicines like antibiotics. These chidren seem to need so little and yet, they seem to be forgotten – almost purposely – because perhaps. we do not wish to be disturbed. Still, a dollar a day could feed one family for a whole day and thirty eight dollars a month could feed a whole family for a whole month plus provide them with the antibiotics they need so badly.

Most of these kids would die anyway, one can reason, because most are children of parents who are dying of AIDS. Even so, what right do we have to give up on them or to think that they are “hopeless” because they may die anyway? And how do we know? We are not God. He may yet do a miracle for these kids and “kid” slaves.

I am writing this to tell you about the plight of these children. Make them your favorite charity because they need us most. The only difference between those kids and ours is that they were simply born in the wrong side of the world. Think about that.