We like our children to be spiritually prepared for their day. Beginning at the start of it. In the minivan. So we listen to Queen.
Sambhaji was four when he pointed at the radio one morning and shouted, “My song! Dad! My song!”
Becky and I and the other three kids looked at each other, very confused. And then, suddenly, we all understood at once and sang along…”Can anybody find meeeeeeeeee Sambhaji to love?”
God gave me Sambhaji to love – to feed, teach, tuck into bed, push in a swing, tickle, throw the baseball to, and destroy in Candyland. He’s mine; a gift all the way from India and after two years of calling him “son”, well, I can’t imagine life without him.
As much as I love being his Dad, even on our best day together, I know I’m second best.
I’ve seen best.
In ten countries I’ve seen it. And again today.
Marvin inspects my camera, the way curious boys do, with his fingers and eyes. We’re on the floor together. The adults stand over us talking.
He was born two months early, his mother tells the translator. Daisy works as a street vendor selling spices. On a good day, she says, she can earn $15.
I raise my camera to my eye while Marvin poses on big sister’s bed and then races back to see himself on my little screen. “Mono,” I point. He laughs and hops back on the bed to pose again.
When Marvin was born Daisy couldn’t string enough good days together to feed the family. Marvin couldn’t gain weight. Malnutrition brought with it seizures and the seizures brought mother fear of the worst kind. Would she lose her boy?
It’s estimated there are 147 million orphans on the planet today. Four out of five of them were orphaned by poverty, not by death.
Mom and dad didn’t pass away. But mom and dad, unable to meet their child’s most basic needs, gave them up so they could live. Is there a greater love than this?
“What difference has Compassion made for your family?”
I have Marvin on the run now. I unleash a barrage of tickling – under the arms, around the knee, left ribs, right ribs, back of the neck. He spills laughter.
Daisy says public school in Nicaragua still costs a mother money: uniforms, meals, school fees. She had to choose between her daughter’s education and survival. But now Compassion foots the bill, puts Marvin’s big sister through school and…
“The money I once would spend for her I now spend to buy food for the whole family.”
Marvin eats. The seizures are gone.
I stop tickling so he can rest and catch his breath. But instead Marvin stretches a leg toward me, an invitation to do it again. Daisy laughs.
This is best.
As much as I love my son I wish Compassion had been in his neighborhood when he was eighteen months old, when his seizures started. Malnutrition so ravaged his little mind that his mother kissed him goodbye one morning, wrapped him in a blanket and – because of love – gave him the life she couldn’t afford to provide.
If Compassion had been there, sure, I would miss out on being his dad. But tonight he would be tucked into bed by a mother who has his face. And she would smile his smile when he laughs.
Sponsoring a child saves families. It’s orphan prevention. It’s giving boys and girls best.
Is there any better way to spend $38 this month?
Brad says:
Constantly inspired by the posts Shaun. I fight for proper perspective being buried here in our western culture. Posts like this really help, so, thanks! And by the way…epic beard!
Kelli says:
Tears. This one hits at the core. What a message.
Karen says:
YES to that message! SO powerful!
Michelle ~ Blogging from the Boonies says:
“Sambhaji to love” brought a smile to my face this morning. How sweet.
I am reading this trip’s posts with added interests. I am sorry that I couldn’t join you all in NI, but I cannot help but read and imagine myself there. The stories always touch me in a way that is hard to describe.
Praying for you all!
Kuliejellogg says:
Thank you.
Jenn says:
Orphan prevention, YES!
Autumn says:
Yesss. Even those of us who’ve adopted. What can we do for the other 99% of orphans who won’t be adopted this year and are left behind? How do we make a dent in those numbers?
This. This is something we can do. Prevent the statistics. Awesome.
Judy says:
Thank you for the gift of this Shaun.
As a Compassion sponsor of twenty-five years or thereabouts, a single mum for almost twelve of those, my offering often feels small in the face of those who, like you, adopt. (And by the way, I have followed the stories you’ve shared of adopting your son – the very hard times and the those filled with delight, like this story of ‘his’ song. I so admire that choice.) This reminder is a grace – that in the hands of our God, all our gifts are made large. That adopted, or with their mothers/fathers because of the work of Compassion, children are, by God’s grace, being kept in families and being introduced to Jesus.
Thank you.
Jill Foley says:
This post brings tears to my eyes for more reasons than one. Thank you – God is using this post to speak to me today.
Lizzie says:
No, there is no better way to spend $38 any month. What a sweet boy.
Kathy Schwanke says:
Sambhaji to love, that warms my heart. Oh my! Praise God for the ministries who go out and bring our riches with wisdom so there is life and love shared and Jesus. Thank you for bringing the stories home.
Sandy says:
Very humbling reading, thank you. And God bless. Sometimes this idea of ‘second best’ seems to be missed. We must all do what we can to make ‘first best’ more and more possible.
Your kingdom come, Lord ๐
lindley says:
Yes! Thank you for this! Thank you for being there and leading the others. Thank you for sharing God’s love! Praying this moves people into action!
Teena says:
Shaun, thank you. I am here at Student Life and the LDP is from India. I have thought of you and Sambjaji !
I have looked at Vicky (LDP) face and thought of friends (Jill) who sponsor from India. I have looked at Vicky (LDP) and thought of the two teens with us who sponsor from India.
I thank you. Again and again,
Heidi says:
My husband started sponsoring Compassion children before we met (10+ years ago) and our Compassion children have been part of our lives longer than the ones who came later and call me “Mom”.
The more I read stories like this the more I want to do. Thank you for being a voice calling out, asking the Church to rise up and do some “orphan prevention”.
We recently added 2 more Compassion children and picked them because they share birth dates with our own kids and we want the kids to “grow up” together, praying for their friend in another country, drawing them pictures, writing their own letters eventually (they’re 6 & 4), etc.
Thank you
amanda says:
excellent. just excellent.
Sandi says:
What a powerful post. Praying the posts blogged each day, by each team member will be used by the Holy Spirit to nudge more people to sponsor.
Kris says:
Thank you for this beautiful and important reminder of how Compassion prevents children from becoming orphans. Such a critical purpose, and a beautiful way of serving communities. I love that photo of you with Sambhaji, your smiles side by side are radiant.
Teresa says:
This post is like an arrow straight at the heart. Profound. Necessary. Love. Thank you for opening your heart to reach ours.
Stacy says:
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Our family sponsored our first child this week – something we’ve wanted to do for years. The time is now right. We did it before reading the last few posts about Compassion. Each beautifully written post just further affirms our decision – reminds us this is Kingdom work. Thank you for being such an articulate messenger of truths we can’t see ourselves, truths across the globe. Thank you for showing us how what we do with what God has blessed us blesses children for eternity.
Kristen says:
This post hit home for me as I am volunteering at an orphanage in Lesotho for two years. Children are always better in a home, preferably with their birth parents, but adoption is an excellent second choice. I see children come in here who are abandoned on the side of the road or in a forest. People feel they have no other choice. Reading this post and thinking about the children here broke my heart and made me wonder how you get to the place where you feel like you have no other choice?