It isn't black versus white.
It isn't good or evil.
It's the cavernous and almost endless stretch of pain, injustice, abuse, neglect and power that extends the distance between poverty and wealth.
Poor versus Rich.
Give versus Take.
Life versus Death.
It is no longer a catchy and kitschy theme for a Hollywood television show or comedy a la the rags to riches variety. It's a terrifying and ever worsening two-headed dragon that humanity has single-handedly created. It's a beast that has been fed with the blood, fear and lives of countless human beings. And it is a beast that is killing hundreds of millions of people around the world. Tens of thousands while you read this.
You know the headlines. You've seen the pictures. But it's worse than you think. It's worse than even I can imagine. The "causes" themselves are the new players in the game of wealth versus poverty. We believe that good people and organizations are doing their best to address the needs of those trapped in man-made poverty/war/starvation all over the world, but more than you can begin to imagine, we are led to believe something is happening (with, perhaps, our own money) but in reality, we're being lied to about what is really happening.
In this article in TIME, an employee who works for one international aid organization admits:
"Western aid agencies aren't reaching many of the starving. Some, incredibly, are pretending they are. Oxfam is one agency raising money for Somalia and claiming to be reaching hundreds of thousands when, as a spokesman admitted to TIME, it doesn't actually distribute food and has no staff in the famine area. Less disingenuous agencies will admit the emergency operation is not going well."
This, sadly, is one admission to the crimes being committed in the world by the very people we put our faith and home in to do the work we cannot do ourselves. Or can we?
It doesn't seem impossible once you begin to consider that the starving child in Somalia is your child. When you look at another human being as yourself, as your loved one, as your own child then everything in your heart changes. What you pay attention to changes. What you advocate for changes. What you can do grows bigger. You grow bigger. And it is in the growing bigger that you do within yourself where the change in the world begins to happen. Your single consciousness can ignite a fire powerful enough to spread across the globe - and change the hearts and minds of people you'll never know as it catches flame between you and your friends - to their friends and their friends' friends.
It's the pebble in the pond. It's one small change in your world that can make a change and bring balance to the dichotomy between extreme wealth and poverty-disease-starvation. It's your heart - and your informed mind - that can and must insist on fairness and equality in the world.
One day, we can and WILL live in a world where hundreds of thousands of human beings don't die of starvation mere miles from stockpiles of food.
It's no surprise to anyone who knows me that I know that Michael Jackson sang about the kind of truth in the world that we are experiencing today. I also know that we can Heal the World, we can Make It a Better Place. And we must.
I'm so struck today by this unconscionable disaster in Japan. Many of us are left with images today that shock us and beg the question, "what can I do?" Or better yet, "what should I be doing?" I'm typically not a fan of shoulding someone but in this case, I believe that it is our obligation as humans to do something. And we can do something just as easily as we we breathe, think and enjoy the pleasures that exist just by being here on this big beautiful planet.
While so many are suffering on Earth today, I feel that I have to do something.
I can't go rescue people in Japan. I can't put out fires. I can't find lost loved ones or deliver water to people trapped in their homes. I can't figure out how to secure nuclear reactors or put highways back together. I can't tell a mother that her child is gone or a child that her mother is gone. Someone else, somewhere, will do what I cannot do but that does not remove responsibility from me or anyone else.
So I will do what I can, where I can and how I can. What I can do is feel good that I've been giving my time and passion to a volunteer cause helps young girls I've never met. That today I gave my time and knowledge to a friend who is growing into a role much bigger than himself. That tomorrowI will give my birthday to a causethat is dear to my heart. And I will give my time and joy to my mother over the next few days. I will also recycle, call my friends, see a newborn and commit to praying more for peace in the world.
I fear that some people have developed a sense of numbness, a sense of helplessness or surrender in the face of the extreme pain, loss and anguish we have seen so much of lately. It's true that it feels like it is almost too much for a single heart to bear. I fear that some people have given so much to the last disaster that happened - or to the one before it - that they feel they have been exhausted. That they've "given enough" - or even worse, that they've "given too much."
We must all continue to give and to give every single day. Not just when Katrina hits. Not just when Haiti is in ruins. Not just when there is upheaval or celebration over a toppled regime. Not just when you can turn on the TV and be reminded of your responsibility to give. Just like life, where we must continue to celebrate on all the days between the holidays, we must also give on all the days in between. We must learn to give when everything seems well in the world, in our community or in our own home. We must give every single day. In any way we can. We must say hello to a stranger. Ask the clerk at the grocery store about his day and really listen to what he has to say. We must acknowledge a homeless woman and remind her that she is just as important, or intelligent, or worthy as you or me. Let's not look away from someone in a wheelchair. Let's ask a restaurant owner why he is using Styrofoam and then ask him politely not to. Offer someone a ride. Offer your skills to a friend. Start donating to a cause that can do what you cannot. Be more loving toward someone who rubs you the wrong way. Call your estranged father.
Let's stop drawing lines. Let's start building bridges between us. But more than anything, let's start giving something - anything- to someone today. We are all victims of Katrina, Darfur, Haiti, and Japan just as much as we are the hero who pulls bodies from the wreckage or the one who fixes the highways. What none of us should ever be is indifferent because what happens to everyone else happens to us as well.
No, I'm not talking about online dating. I'm talking about a contagious Love that has caught me and so many others completely by surprise. It is the Love for 32 orphaned girls in Mtwapa, Kenya that exists within a community of volunteers for an organization called One Home Many Hopes. This is a community to which I happily belong.
I've worked with underprivileged children for as long as I can remember. In many ways, I was one myself, receiving the support of kindhearted church-goers who funded summer camp for me and my sister, and the like. I have been working with, loving, and going out of my way to take care of children who need me since I became an adult and I don't see an end to that but I've found myself in a state of awe for the Love that exists in the One Home Many Hopes (OHMH) community.
When I attended an event in May of 2010 at the request of my friend and OHMH volunteer, Tracy, I was surprised to find well over 200 other people in attendance. I wondered to myself if I had somehow missed the boat. How had I not heard about an organization with this kind of following in my own town? I brought my mom to the event which was a great experience because she was able to witness what turned out to be my Love at First Sight moment with the organization. We sat in the front row, directly in front of the projection screen where I first saw the faces andvoices of a group of girls I will now do anything I can to help.
By the time the time Anthony Mulongo (the Kenyan who rescued and housed each of these girls) was finished speaking, I was in tears and I had been changed for life. I had fallen in Love. I hugged the man I'd never before met and promised to do anything I could. And I am.
I brought home magnets with the girls faces that night and put them on my refrigerator. I now look at those beautiful girls each time I open the door. I smile at them, talk to them and tell them I Love them.
To those who know me, this isn't much of a surprise - or very far out of the ordinary for me. I care. A LOT. But there has been something special about the way I feel connected to OHMH and these girls that I can't quite explain. And then, today happened.
Today I asked another volunteer, Cristina, to tell me her story about what drew her to OHMH. Cristina sent me the link to her story on the organization's website, and I was amazed to learn that volunteering for OHMH is the reason she decided NOT to move out of the country. I mean, people move for all sorts of reasons and they are typically not come upon lightly. Some of us have even left behind relationships, families and best friends for the promise of something greater. But to STAY for a nonprofit that can't pay you for your dedication? That's unheard of! I had a wonderful chat with Cristina who is equally in Love with the 32 girls who live in an orphanage in Kenya that she, too, has not met. I thought this was a pretty incredible moment in my day. After all, I'm giving my birthday this year to the girls, Cristina gave up an international relocation... Really! What is in the OHMH water?
But Cristina's story was not the end of my amazement today. My sister, Suzie, fell in Love with OHMH today, too. Now, you should know that my sister is as about as opposite from me as she could be. I'm a woman of words and emotion, she is a woman of images and thought. I'm a teacher, a writer, and a motivator to causes. My sister is a photographer with a dry wit who rarely shows the kind of gushy, mushiness that has long been part of my trademark. Case in point: She finally posted a response to her only sister's blog yesterday for the first time. The entry she commented on was the deeply personal essay I wrote about Setting Boundaries. What did she write, you might ask? And I'm quoting her here: "hey. that stop sign is in my neck of the woods." Yup, she commented on the photograph I used to illustrate my deeply poignant message about boundaries. Oy.
Suzie and I have come to appreciate our differences and I love that my sister shows the world through her lenswhat is in her heart - and she's damn good at it! She photographs the unique love of families, pregnant women in their most joyful moments, and babies who don't give a damn about the camera - and somehow each image manages to capture a moment in time that I'm pretty sure her subjects weren't even aware of. You would understand, then, that I would never expected to get an email from my sister today with a two-page heart-felt letter written to every single one of her friends explaining her Love for the girls of Mudzini Kwetu.
My sister told me that her letter, and her Love for OHMH, came to her this morning while she was at church. The message of that sermon was simply that "faith always has a plan." I wish I had heard the rest of that sermon but I'm pretty sure her minister was talking about the kind of plan that built OHMH and has brought so many of us to have the kind of faith that allows us to Fall in Love with the girls, the cause and the community it has created. I'm pretty sure that faith's plan is to show us all this kind of Love - the kind of Love that allows you to devote yourself to someone you've never met - and the kind of Love is changing the world.
Have a OHMH Love Story of your own to share? Send it to OHMHLoveStories (at) g m a i l (dot) c o m!
I'm sure there's a movement or a website for this kind of thinking because I love it so much. If not, then I hereby declare this the beginning of the Give Your Birthday for Your Birthday Movement.
It started as an off-handed idea. I have a friend who said she was planning to do a service project for her birthday and it got me thinking about throwing a bash for my birthday that raised money for my favorite cause, One Home Many Hopes. I put the idea out to the universe on the universe's favorite communication tool, Facebook, and everything fell into place.
Some of the girls laughing and playing at their new home in Kenya.
I'll be throwing a fabulous party with the help of some very generous friends and I ask only that folks come to learn about the organization's mission and what is happening half a world away in Kenya. Oh yeah, and that they make a donation. One Home Many Hopes (OHMH) is an organization founded by two amazing human beings, Anthony Mulongo (a Kenyan) and Thomas Keown (an Irishman) who work tirelessly to house, love and educate abandoned, abused and orphaned girls in Mtwapa, Kenya.It's a small movement with immeasurable impact on the lives of girls who are just like you and me: full of hopes, dreams, talents and important contributions to give this world. Girls who WILL change the world.
I've found that my birthday party fundraiser has attracted more people than I expected and it's brought people together in a way I hadn't imagined. OHMH is run by volunteers and this has brought several new friends into my life which is a gift in and of itself, but the richness of this entire experience is even deeper because it has opened a part of my soul that I hadn't yet tapped into. I HOPE you take a moment to learn about OHMH as well. Watch this two minute video and you will see first hand that the girls HOPE you do, too.
I dare you to Give Your Birthday for Your Birthdayand see just how giving this special day away to those in need can bring you far more in return than what you would otherwise bring to yourself. It's all about giving, loving and opening your hearts, people. This is a perfect way to begin giving and commit to giving for a lifetime. After all, you're going to have a birthday each year, every year.
Need more reasons to do this? I'm great with lists, so here you go.
There are countless children on our great Earth who do not know their birth dates, let alone celebrate them.
The money spent on celebrating YOU can feed, house or educate SOMEONE ELSE for far longer than you think else where in the world.
We are here on Earth to love, to give to and take care of one another. There are nearly 7 billion of us - that's far more people than you know and who can come celebrate with you.
There are countless children in the world living without parents, without shelter, without food and without anyone to love them tonight.
You'll never forget your birthday so you'll never forget to give.
You're living in a part of the world that allows you to read what I'm writing right now and while you are doing so, someone is providing light, electricity, and internet connection - and probably even a little heat or air conditioning to make this a comfortable experience for you. Do you know how many people CANNOT do what you're doing right now and never will?
You could have just as easily been born somewhere in the world where you would never celebrate your birthday because survival would be the only priority you'd ever have.
There are so many organizations doing wonderful things to help the people I've made you think about here and they COUNT ON donations from people like me and YOU.
Your friends will inspired by you to give back as well. They will love you a little more and will probably make your birthday an even more rewarding experience for you.
To give is to receive. Love is all there is and I promise you that the more you give, the more you get in return.
Want to give to OHMH for my birthday? I HOPE you will. Click here. And I thank you very, very much.