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worldy crime

While cleaning out my hard drive today I came across this worship song which I first heard soon after arriving in Cambodia 4 years ago. Though the pastor preached in Khmer, half of the worship was in English. Thankfully this was one of the bilingual songs. Upon hearing this song, I was struck by the sincerity of the lyrics and by the chasm between my experience and that of most Khmer Christians. It is a chasm that continues to perplex me to this day.

Worldly Crime

Why did my life turn out like this?
Without the warmth and comfort of a family?
Who should I depend on?
A life of struggle, living on left overs

Begging for food to fill my stomach
Sometimes I’m searching through the trash
I live my life with hunger
Digging through rubbish I look for food

Can anyone help me with my struggle?
Show me the way out of this problem
Help me know God, he saves me from sin
Take me out of the trap of worldly crime

Words by: Pisit J. Heng
©New Life Fellowship, Phnom Penh, 21 Sep 2004

if you love me, come

About ten years ago I realized that when God needed to communicate something to me, he often did so in threes. I can’t remember specific occasions now but I distinctly recall noting the pattern because it occurred so frequently. This often happened through combinations of events and experiences such as my morning scripture reading, a conversation with a fraternity brother, and the Sunday sermon. This comes to mind because I recently had this type of experience while seeking God regarding life after Cambodia.

In early February I began praying regarding my future with Public Health. I prayed for God to confirm his choice of school by either getting me into a doctoral program or by providing a full ride for masters studies. Feeling a bit selfish for praying along these lines, I began praying regarding the use of this degree. Specifically, since Cambodia is developing so quickly, is there another place where I might better invest my life? I soon found myself praying regarding sub-Saharan Africa. That was interesting because I’ve never before even wanted to visit Africa outside of Egypt and Morocco.

On February 16 our family attended a friend’s birthday party. At the party I met Francis, a Marist missionary from Ghana. Never having met a Ghanian before I was glad to meet him. Soon we were talking about our backgrounds, how we ended up in Cambodia and what we’re doing for work now. At the of our conversation, Francis looked at me directly in the eye and asked me to go to Ghana upon completion of my studies. I told him that it wasn’t my decision but God’s and jokingly said if he wanted me to go he’d better pray. He laughed for a moment and then said with a straight face, “Really. I’d love it if you’d consider going to Ghana.” After listening to why he wanted me to go to Ghana, we set off to meet other people. Toward the end of the party more than one person came up to me and said that Francis also told them he wanted me to work in Ghana. I asked Sam, who knows Francis quite well, if he tends to do this all the time. She replied, “No. Actually I’ve never seen him act that way before.”

On February 27 I received notice from U. Washington that I received a Research Assistantship that would give me a full ride plus a stipend. A few days later I received notice of my match for a research mentor. I googled him and found an e-mail diary chronicling a life changing experience he had in Ghana. Soon after that my professor contacted me with two research proposals, one of which was research the presence of Dengue Fever in Ghana.

So there you have it. A time of prayer, a chance meeting with the only African missionary I’ve met here, and an invitation from a secular University all pointing me in the same direction. Coincidence? Possibly, but with eyes of faith I tend to read these events and as a confirmation that attending U. Washington was God’s best for me.

Oh, I almost forgot one last detail. The name of Francis’ hometown in Ghana is, when translated into English, “If you love me, come.”

tears of joy

Leng cleaning his pigsI’ve experienced tears of joy three times in my life: 1) when Silas was born, 2) when Cassia was born and 3) visiting a stranger in Kompong Cham yesterday.

I needed Leng’s photo for a newsletter article, so I decided to go take it myself. Upon arriving at his home, I was met at the gate by a sweet woman in her early forties. A minute later we were in her living room, chit chatting about this and that when a smiling, heavy set man sat down to join our conversation. I soon found myself completely at ease in their home, laughing and joking as if I’d known them for years. I so much enjoyed the conversation that I almost forgot why I was there. Where was our client, Leng?

Suddenly a three year old boy appeared and sat the man’s lap. It was immediately obvious that there was deep rich love flowing in all directions between the three of them. I was so moved that I had to ask, “May I take a picture?” “Of course,” the man said, “take as many as you like.” So I started clicking away, hoping that I would somehow be able to capture this family’s embodiment of love and joy.

After 20 minutes of chit chatting and taking photos, I leaned over asked Lokru Mony, our staff doctor, “So, when is Leng going to show up?” He looked at me quizically and said, “He is Leng. Why else were you taking their photos?” From that moment onward, I had to fight back the tears of joy. Never before had I seen a Cambodian with AIDS so joyful, loving, and loved. What’s more, in a context where nearly every person I know with AIDS is very thin or even emaciated, Leng was genuinely fat!

I reflected back on Leng’s story [see below] and realized that I had just seen a glimpse of the Kingdom. In a world where few things are as they should be, the restoration exhibited in Leng’s family prophetically proclaimed God’s ideal.



Here is their story from the newsletter …
Leng, Lum, & Tom at home

Leng Cheang is a 41 year old male client living in Maymai village, Kompong Cham. He has a fourth grade education and, prior to infection with HIV, worked as a truck driver. Leng’s wife, Lum Seecum, has a seventh grade education. In 2005, they became foster parents to Thom Meng, a newborn boy whose mother had AIDS. Since the birth mother did not have the health or financial resources to care for Thom, Sunrise facilitated his placement with Leng and Lum. Thom is now three years old and has had three HIV blood tests, all of which were negative.

Soon after becoming a foster parent, Leng’s health rapidly deteriorated. He lost his energy, appetite, and a significant amount of weight. He developed frequent severe coughs, high fevers, and chronic diarrhea. Eventually Leng became so weak that he could no longer drive a truck. Suspecting the worst, Leng and Lum underwent blood tests and confirmed that Leng was HIV positive. In April 2007 he became a Sunrise Home Based Care client. Since then Sunrise staff have cared for him and treated opportunistic infections. More significantly, through our partnership with Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF), he received antiretroviral drug treatment—to which he has responded wonderfully.

Today Leng, Lum, and Thom are in fine health. Rather than returning to truck driving, Leng decided to pursue other employment. He currently runs a small farm where he raises pigs, chickens and dogs. [We didn’t ask whether the dogs were for consumption!] In addition, he grows spices, papayas, mangos, “vitamin fruits”, and various other plants. Meanwhile Lum received microloan to begin selling bread at the local market. They are happy due to their improved quality of life and a resolution of their family health crisis.

blackout

The power went out a few days ago so I left work and went up stairs to have an early dinner. Silas asked if we could have dinner on the patio since the fans weren’t working. I was glad we did. Eating while sitting on the ground, with the kids running around and laughing made it feel like we were having a picnic!

As usual, I was the last one eating so I was left there alone. As the sun began to set I was serenaded by a bird ensemble. I looked around to take it all in and was in awe. Knowing that I would probably never again live in a place with regular glorious sunsets, I reveled in the moment.

A few minutes later I found myself sitting with Anita, simply enjoying the breeze, the scenery, and the experience of silence. I said to her, “You know, this is what I fear about going back to America. That I won’t find time to do this, to do nothing and simply enjoy being there.” She corrected me by saying, “It’s not like you do this everyday. If we had electricity you’d be in the house doing something on your computer. The only reason you have times like this here is because the electricity goes out.” Sadly, she was right and for the first time I was thankfulfor the regular power outages.

While I normally wait anxiously for the electricity to come back on, I wanted that outage to go on forever. When it was dark, I put on my headlamp and went outside to play with Silas. The headlamp wasn’t necessary though because of the brilliant moonlight. We played, “I’m gonna squish your shadow!”

When Silas got tired of running around he attempted to pet Annie, the guard dog. After a full year of rebuffing him, I was shocked to see Annie finally give in. That was all the evidence I needed that even dogs can grasp the beauty of a blackout.

mangoes

My recollection of a recent dinner conversation …

Danny: (While enjoying his second succulent, vine ripened mango) So, do you ever feel sorry for those born and raised in the Midwest that might never taste a mango?

Anita: No. But I do feel sorry for vegetarians who live there.

Danny: What are you talking about? They have vegetables … I think.

Anita: You don’t remember Lara’s story? You know, the one when she left Hawaii to go to University of Nebraska or some other big state school out there?

Danny: Uhh, vaguely. Remind me again?

Anita: You know, about her first experience in the dining hall …

Food Server: “We’ve got beef, chicken, and fish. Which would you like?”

Lara: “Do you have anything vegetarian?”

Food Server: “I SAID we’ve got fish!”

boycotting craigslist

On January 11 Love146 formally launched a boycott of craigslist, in commemoration of The U.S. Human Trafficking Awareness Day. The Craigslist “Call to Action” campaign was a response to child sex trafficking that occurs through the “erotic services” section of their website.

In support of this campaign I wrote an email to the powers that be at craigslist expressing my dismay and stating that I would participate in the boycott until they take some concrete action. What I didn’t tell them is that I haven’t used craigslist for over 4 years because I live in Cambodia.

Now that I’ve been accepted to various graduate programs back in the US, I find myself actually needing to use craigslist to find housing, used furniture, etc. As a friend of mine recently wrote in an email, “It [the boycott] certainly creates a major dilemma in trying to find housing though as from what I understand it [craigslist] is really about the only thing people use anymore. I honestly wouldn’t even know where else to go!

It turns out that there is a cost (albeit a small one) to my joining of the boycott. But, come to think of it, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t want to give to God that which costs me nothing.

p.s.

If anyone knows of quality alternative ways to find real estate postings, please let me know.

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Update … April 14, 2008

Today I received an email from Love146 which called off the boycott. This is what they wrote:

Craigslist finally responds to public pressure…

To all our supporters,

We at Love146 want to thank all of you for your efforts in voicing your concern about the misuse of Craigslist to traffic women and children!

On March 27, a press release from the Connecticut Attorney General’s Office stated that Attorney General Richard Blumenthal today demanded that Craigslist purge apparent, often graphic solicitations for prostitution rampant on certain sections of its website.

Shortly after, Craigslist announced that they have implemented a phone verification system which has drastically lowered the volume of erotic services ads—by 80%! This is specified in their official blog: http://blog.craigslist.org/#phone

Though, we haven’t noticed any dramatic difference in the quantity and presentation of the advertisements in the Erotic Services Section so far, nevertheless we are enthused at Craigslist’s initiative towards reforming it’s (in)famous section.

We applaud Mr. Buckmaster’s gesture towards rectification. Therefore, Love146 will officially call off the boycott that we initiated at the onset of this year. However, we want to encourage you to continue supporting our campaign to eradicate child sex trafficking and exploitation completely on Craigslist site. Visit our Take Action page on more ways you can engage Craigslist.

multigrain bread

multi-grain breadIn northwest Cambodia, right near the Thai border there is a town named Poipet. Those who have been tracking with us for the last few years might remember that Anita and I were considering moving there, or at least checking it out as a potential ministry site. For better or for worse, since moving to Kompong Cham about a year ago, Poipet fell off our radar.

Our family recently attended a birthday party where Poipet was brought up in conversation. Someone mentioned the road from Poipet to Siem Reap was going to be rebuilt to facilitate commerce with Thailand. Someone else mentioned how Poipet was a hub for human trafficking. Another said that there was no legitimate economic activity there, that the whole town was built on sin. As the conversation progressed, we painted an ever darker picture of this notorious town.

Finally someone said, “Who would ever want to live in Poipet? It sounds like such a pit.” To which Anita replied, “Actually, Danny and I were thinking about moving there a little over a year ago.” Someone else joked, “At least you wouldn’t get bored, you could visit a different casino each night of the week!” Still another asked, “So why did you want to move there?” I replied, “It was because it was so messed up that we were interested in moving there. Most missionaries don’t want to live there but the people need Jesus so we figured why not us?”

I could tell some of our friends felt a bit embarrassed and I felt a bit self-righteous for having said that, so I decided to set the record straight. “Yeah, that was back when we were really idealistic and wanted to live where people needed Jesus. Of course they still need Jesus but now I want to live in a place where I can buy multigrain bread.” The others laughed, and conversation soon turned to other topics.

Living in Kompong Cham, which isn’t nearly as remote, has brought home the reality of the costliness of serving in places like Poipet and given me greater appreciation for those who are willing to pay these costs. May God call more missionaries and development workers to the forgotten, and seemingly forsaken, towns and cities like Poipet.

bootlegging

BibleWorksI recently paid a visit to Psah Toul Tom Poung, the main tourist market in Phnom Penh, to buy some new clothes for the kiddies. It was a relatively uneventful affair. We plowed our way through a morass of people, rummaged through heaps of clothes, made our purchases, and departed. As usual, the last few vendors near our chosen exit were vendors selling bootleg DVDs, VCDs, CDs, and software. Windows Vista? Adobe Photoshop? Quickbooks? All these and can be yours for just a dollar. Two dollars if you don’t bargain.

For better or for worse, the sight of such brazen disregard for the law and ethics has long since lost its ability to enrage me. So it is that I surprised myself by the degree of disgust and anger that engulfed me when I saw one particular software package on display … Bibleworks 6.0.

There is something seriously, deeply, disturbingly wrong about buying bootleg Bible software.

What’s even more disturbing to me is that few, very few, other missionaries would seem to agree.

About two weeks ago Anita and I were having dinner with a missionary family for whom we have great love and respect. As our conversation turned toward our imminent departure from Cambodia, the husband casually said, “So, you’d better go to Toul Tom Poung to stock up on DVDs and software before you back to the States.” I didn’t know how to respond. It didn’t seem appropriate to issue a rebuke but neither did I want to laugh it off. I was silent. Anita then said, “We don’t buy bootleg movies or software.” Our friends looked at with shock, and a measure of embarrassment, and joked, “You guys are too holy for us!” We all laughed, the tension was defused, and the evening progressed.

But the issue remains.

About two years ago, through the reading of Joshua 7, I was convicted that individual sins affect the whole faith community. In that chapter, the Israelites were beaten severely by the Amorites such that the “hearts of the people melted and became like water.” In response Joshua and the elder threw themselves down on the ground before the ark and Joshua cried out to God. It was God’s response that struck me in a powerful way, “Stand up! What are you doing down on your face? … they have stolen, they have lied … I will not be with you anymore unless you destroy whatever among you is devoted to destruction.” In other words, why should God bless us if we’re not fulfilling our part of the bargain?

This struck me because I found myself praying fervently, often with my face to the ground before God, for God to work powerfully through the missionary community but it often seemed like my prayers fell on deaf ears. Yes good things are happening but not enough to change the nation and not on a scale that causes God’s name to be honored by Christians and Buddhists alike. So the Holy Spirit convicted me that there was sin in our camp, that God was ticked about it, and that if we wanted to be used to bless the poor then we would need to purify ourselves.

So I went to my team and shared with them how deeply disturbing it was to me that they purchased illegal media. In an attempt to clarify my position, one teammate said, “What Danny is saying is that we should try to refrain from breaking copyrights frivolously.” So I clarified by saying, “No, what I’m saying is that it’s wrong to break copyrights, period.” After that meeting only one teammate approached me and asked me how she could proceed with “going legit”. I praise God for her, but am still deeply saddened that many on my team, and most in the larger missionary community, purchase illegal media without a second thought.

Which brings me back to Bibleworks 6.0. The reason I was filled with such disgust is that the market vendors, who are probably animistic Buddhists, realized that there was an untapped market for media specifically targeting the huge missionary community. Though our purchases of their software may bless the vendors financially, I fail to see how we are revealing anything about our God who calls us to be holy as he is holy.

principles for helpers

Rod of AsclepiusI just received the following via email from the founder of InnerCHANGE. It’s a challenge given by Bob Lupton, who authored Theirs is the Kingdom and is currently the president of FCS Urban Ministries in Atlanta, GA.

Due to its brevity and clarity, this should be mandatory reading for everyone undertaking an urban urban ministry experience or short-term mission trip anywhere in the Global South.


Principles for Helpers
September 2007

Hippocrates (460 – 377 B.C.), the father of modern medicine, recognized the power of the healing profession to effect great good as well as its potential to do much harm. The oath that he instituted, a pledge taken by doctors to this day, established ethical standards for physician conduct which included: patient confidentiality, referral for specialized treatment, sharing of medical knowledge, and valuing prevention above cure. The Hippocratic Oath requires that physicians be personal and caring, put the interests of patients first in medical decisions, strive always to preserve life and never play God by taking life. And above all, do no harm.For centuries the Hippocratic Oath has served well the medical profession and countless millions of patients. It has guided physicians toward astounding medical breakthroughs as well as constrained them from endangering patient welfare by risking questionable treatments. Perhaps a similar type of code would be useful to those who wish to serve the poor. We know that helping can certainly be for better or worse. Even as a misdiagnosed ailment will lead to improper (even harmful) treatment, so wrongly given assistance may well prolong or even worsen the plight of the needy. Good intentions and kindhearted spirits, while commendable, are insufficient guarantees of positive outcomes. Unexamined service that risks leaving the served worse off than if they had been left alone is irresponsible if not unethical. Guiding principles are needed.The following is an attempt to articulate a few such fundamentals to guide would-be helpers toward effective care-giving. These guidelines are drawn from the collective wisdom and experience of veteran servants who have spent good portions of their lives living and serving among the less-fortunate in a variety of cultures. The list is hardly exhaustive, and each item requires far more unpacking than this writing permits. Just as the Hippocratic Oath has for centuries provoked vigorous and sometimes heated debate among physicians and has required repeated modification to remain contemporary, even so should these “Principles for Helpers” stimulate healthy discussion and adaptation appropriate for the particular setting.

  1. Is the need crisis or chronic? — Triage may be the appropriate intervention in an emergency situation but it is hardly the strategy for a continuing need. The victims of a devastating tsunami need immediate medical, shelter, essential supplies and hoards of volunteers. Over time, however, survivors need expert consultation, a practical plan and a combination of grants and loans to help them rebuild their destroyed community. A similar distinction should be applied to those who utilize our food pantries and clothes closets as well as to those we serve on our mission trips. If their situation is a matter of life or death, then immediate action must be taken to “stop the bleeding”; otherwise a plan for helping them rebuilding their lives is more appropriate. Just as a physician, before prescribing treatment, performs a diagnostic “physical” to determine the severity of an ailment, so must helpers take the time to discriminate between imminent life-threatening situations and chronic poverty needs. (Note: what may seem at first like a crisis to helpers may in fact be a chronic reality for the poor).
  2. Investing is better than lending — Making money with the poor is the ultimate method of sharing resources (including expertise, connections, energy). It empowers them economically and strengthens their hand through authentic partnerships. Investing implies an ownership stake. While a loan places the responsibility for repayment primarily upon the borrower, investing in a venture requires a higher level of involvement, more due diligence, more personal commitment, and perhaps greater risk. An investor has an expectation of higher potential returns than a lender. To invest well with those with limited access to capital, whether in a welfare mom’s dream of a catering business or in a well project with peasant villagers, good investment requires a sound business plan, reasoned risk/reward ratio, adequate controls and accountability. The investor has a stake in the sustainability and profitability of the venture.
  3. Lending is better than giving — While giving may seem like the kind and Christian thing to do, it often ends up undermining the very relationship a helper is attempting to build. Any one who has served among the poor for any length of time will recognize the following progression:
    • give once and you elicit appreciation;
    • give twice and you create anticipation;
    • give three times and you create expectation;
    • give four times and it becomes entitlement;
    • give five times and you establish dependency.

    Lending, on the other hand, establishes a mutually beneficial relationship characterized by responsibility, accountability, and respect. It is legitimate exchange that requires the lender to be responsible for assessing the risk while leaving the dignity of the borrower intact. Lending, done well, builds mutual trust and respect.

  4. Exchange is better than giving — One-way charity erodes human dignity. It subtly implies that the recipient has nothing of value the giver desires in return. No one wants to be pitied as a charity case. Thus, a thrift store affords more dignity than a free clothes closet, and a food coop more than a free food pantry. To the extent the poor are enabled to participate in (preferable have ownership in) the systems intended to serve them, to that extent their self-worth is enhanced. The fair exchange of labor for goods and services is an honorable and responsible practice (though admittedly not as easy as give-away programs).
  5. Never do for others what they can do for themselves — The goal of helping is empowerment. Personal responsibility is essential for social, emotional and spiritual well being. To do for others what they have the capacity to do for themselves is to dis-empower them. Welfare, as many failed government programs have demonstrated, promotes dependency and a sense of entitlement. The outcome is no different when religious or charitable organizations provide it. The struggle for self-sufficiency is, like the butterfly struggling to emerge from its cocoon, an essential strength-building process that should not be short-circuited by “compassionate” intervention. The effective helper can be a cheerleader, an encourager, a coach, a connector, but never a caretaker who assumes responsibility that the “helpee” is capable of shouldering.
  6. Sustainability is a litmus test — When our service project is over and we return home, are those we have served empowered to sustain what we have started? If these initiatives require our on-going funding, staffing, and volunteer participation to keep them going, they are more likely dependency-producing rather than empowering. Thus, building a home or digging a well for people who do not have the training and/or resources to maintain these assets does not empower them. It may feel very good for the moment and relieve an immediate need but it does not develop capacity. The defining question is: how can we serve so as to enable the poor to become self-sustaining?
  7. Consider unintended consequences — Every change has consequences. Church growth may cause traffic congestion; screw-top wine bottles puts cork producers out of work; successful sheep breeding may lead to overgrazing. While we cannot foresee all the potential consequences of our service, we should at least make some attempt to predict their impact. Are we luring indigenous ministers away from their pastoral duties to become our tour-guides and schedule coordinators for our mission trips? Are we diminishing the entrepreneurial spirit in a culture by offering our free services, gifts and grants? Are we supporting irresponsible lifestyles by indiscriminate giving from our clothes closets and food pantries? Before we embark on a mission venture we should conduct an “impact study” to consider how our good deeds might have consequences we never intended. As Hippocrates admonished: above all do no harm
  8. Listen to what is not being said — A good physician learns to listen to what his patient is not saying. Perhaps out of embarrassment or fear, a patient may not disclose important data needed to correctly treat a condition. The doctor must look for clues, piece together fragments of information, use his diagnostic tools and intuition to arrive at an accurate diagnosis. The poor we serve may be quite reluctant to reveal “the whole story” to would-be helpers for a host of reasons — fear of judgment, fear of losing support, not wanting to appear unappreciative, intimidation. It would be very difficult, for instance, for a pastor in a poor Guatemalan village to tell a supporting church in the States that it would be a far better use of their money to help him create jobs for the men in his village than to spend it on plane fare to send 30 unskilled volunteers to come and do construction work for them. Likewise, a single mother trying to clothe her children may be hesitant to tell the clothes closet volunteers that their hours of operation make it difficult for working parents to shop there. Like good physicians, effective helpers must learn to observe, ask questions, use their intuition, and hear what is not being said.

AN OATH FOR HELPERS

The effectiveness of our efforts to empower the poor could be significantly enhanced if, prior to launch, would-be helpers would take the following pledge:

  1. I will never do for others what they have (or could have) the capacity to do for themselves.
  2. I will limit my one-way giving to emergency situations and seek always to find ways and means for legitimate exchange.
  3. I will seek ways empower the poor through hiring, lending and investing and use grants sparingly as incentives that reinforce achievements.
  4. I will put the interests of the poor above my own (or organizational) self-interest even when it may be costly.
  5. I will take time to listen and carefully assess both expressed and unspoken needs so that my actions will ultimately strengthen rather than weaken the hand of those I would serve.
  6. Above all, to the best of my ability, I will do no harm.

For additional discussion material on effective service among the poor see Compassion, Justice and the Christian Life — Rethinking Ministry to the Poor by Robert Lupton, Regal 2007.

humbled

Yesterday afternoon I ate lunch with my in-laws and Silas at a restaurant along the riverfront here in Kompong Cham.

While waiting for our food, a man walked up and asked/begged for money. I looked at him and shook my head. I tried to continue my conversation but was distracted because I could see out the corner of my eye that he hadn’t moved.

I looked at him again and politely but firmly said in Khmer, “No, brother.” So he walked off and I tried to continue my conversation as if nothing had happened.

A moment later Silas interrupted us and asked, “Daddy, did you give him any money?”

“No, buddy, I didn’t.”

With the same same earnestness he usually reserves for requesting ice cream, Silas then asked, “Can I?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes, I want to!”

“Okay, take a peak outside and tell me if you can still see him.”

Silas poked his head out and turned to me excitedly, “I see him! Come on Daddy, let’s go!”

So we sprinted about 200 meters down the block until we caught up with the man. Silas tugged on his shirt and, once establishing eye contact, said, “Nih!”, which means “Here!” The man looked shocked to have received money from a little kid but smiled and thanked us.

Silas immediately lost interest in the man and said, “Come on Daddy, let’s run back to grandma!”

As I continue to reflect on this event, I am struck by Silas’ eagerness to serve others. In these types of situations my first question is always, “Should I?” or even “Do I have to?” whereas Silas’ was “Can I?” There is a huge difference between these two types of responses. Since Silas’ birth, and possibly before then, I’ve prayed that he would grow to love the poor and that we would would teach him to do so. It’s humbling to see that God has already answered our prayers such that I’m beginning to learn from him.