Every once in a while something happens in everyone's life
that cannot be simply chalked up to a coincidence.
When that happens to me, I like to think that God is
is trying to tell me something....trying to get my attention so I can
do something. That happened to me at the end of last week!
For the past few days I've been watching the birds outside, and
looking for one special little bird in particular. See him there?
The little Junco? (black with white belly)
Here's a closer look at the little guy.
He's a little crippled bird, hobbling around on one good leg.
He's sweet, happy, and he reminds me of Tiny Tim from
Dicken's A Christmas Carol. And you know what else?
All the other birds accept him. They all fly to the feeder
together, eat together and huddle for warmth together.
It doesn't matter he's a cripple.
But you know what? There are countries that treat
cripples or babies with any kind of physical challenge as outcasts.
They are abandoned by their parents in the hospital when they are
born and moved to an orphanage. They lay in cribs, unloved and
untouched, except to have their diapers changed. When they reach
4-5 years old, they are transferred to a mental institution where they
stay until they die, which usually only takes about one year.
Last Friday, Brian mentioned that he was helping with a
BBQ fundraiser for his good friends Steve and Chrystal
who are looking to adopt a little crippled boy from the Ukraine.
A little boy in the exact situation that I just described.
He's two. Crippled. And living in a crib, waiting for adoption.
Well, any friend of Brian's is a friend of mine. I mean, he's not only my
brother, he's my twin! No not really, but we have an uncanny history of
similarities ranging from all male children...to repossessing cars for a living
...to loving key lime pie and french fries with ketchup and hot sauce. :)
This is that little guy.
Just look at that sweet boy!
The BBQ raised $3450 and got them within $2000
of their needed amount of $21,000.
Love certainly exceeds any dollar amount, doesn't it?
And there's no price on human life.
Chrystal has a blog HERE.
She was nice enough to give me permission to do this post!
You can visit and see updates on their journey.
And if you're so inclined, there's a donate button on the sidebar.
And I encourage you to donate!
If 400 of us gave $5 (the price of a cup of Starbucks)
they would have their goal.
Prayers and best wishes to Steve and Chrystal.
And for little Tavin.