Sundays are days we all relax and don't do much. It's a day without cleaning, laundry and work. We enjoy time together without the burden of 'getting things done', and I like that. One of my favorite things is sitting down in the evening (little ones asleep!) and watching TV. Tonight I am watching Secret Millionaire, and while the wife is talking about people she met with HIV she said something profound. "Often times I was distracted about how people became infected with HIV, but who cares??"
Who cares? Who cares how people end up where they are. Who cares if they are different. They are people, real people, with real pain and real needs. Isn't it easier to justify not helping because of how they contributed to their situation? Isn't easier to look down on them ... after all, it's their own fault right? I am ashamed to admit those thoughts have gone through my head. That I judge other people before I hear their story. That I think I'm better for some reason.
What if we stopped caring about why. What if we said 'who cares' about their past decisions and loved the person standing in front of us? What if we smiled instead of walking the opposite way? What if we taught our children to serve instead of expecting to be served? What if we had compassion on those around us instead of being afraid of our differences?
I think our world would be a better place. I think we would see past skin color and clothing, and into someone's heart and realize that it looks a lot like our own: broken. We are all broken in one way or another. We all need help and a kind word now and then. That is what I want to teach my little ones. I want them to say who cares. I want them to help other people and be kind to them because they are people, real people with real pain and real needs.
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