I showed up Sunday morning expecting a guy in a furry animal costume to greet me at the door. The name made it sound like a spin off program of Captain Kangaroo or a daycare. Perhaps the place would be decorated in primary colors. And we’d have snack time.
He brought his not-at-all-shy five year-old up to be interviewed by his wife. She knelt down beside her little girl and asked her who the dark-skinned child projected onto the big screen was. This five year-old girl in a pink cowboy hat and matching boots took it from there, telling us about the girl her family sponsors in Africa. What struck me about the pint-sized testimony was how well she understood what sponsorship entails. She mentioned money and medicine and education and the usual stuff – but she also said, at least twice, that her family prays for the child they sponsor and writes her letters.
Her understanding of compassion looked less like a hand-out and more like a relationship than I expected from a child.
When she was done there was applause and then it was my turn. What else was there to say? Of course, you know me, I always have more to say. But none of my words were as memorable as hers. I’ve never heard a better explanation of Compassion.