Wednesday, April 30, 2008

♥Does Anybody Hear Her♥

So I was walking down the street one day, in the downtown part of a huge city. As I walked past the buildings, I came to a woman with dirty blonde hair. Not just in color either. It was pretty dirty. She was standing, silently..facing an inside corner of a building with her back to me, and her face hidden.

The back of her jeans were covered in blood..and my heart immediately broke. I didn't want to emberrass her any further than she clearly already was. I stopped right in front of her, while about a million people walked by. And she was invisible. I'm a pretty emotional person. Unfortunately. :( About nine hundred and fifty eleven thousand thoughts about her ran through my mind, as she continued to strike me just by being alive. I did absolutely everything I could not to cry for this woman. She was my age.

She could've been a drug addict. Probably was. Or maybe not.
She was clearly homeless.

And you know, I kept thinking that one day, years ago, some mother went into labor..with the promise of a new life moving inside of her..and gave birth. She struggled and hurt..and through this woman's pain..the person I was now staring at came into the world. Tiny and precious and beautiful. Someone cried over her. Someone rejoiced at her birth. Maybe not even her own parents, but SOMEONE did.

I saw that precious baby past the hurt, bloody and dirty faceless woman I couldn't walk away from.

The point? She represents every single thing that this blog here stands for. Who cares where she'd been or what she'd done. We've all done whatever she'd done to get to where she was that day. We've all taken steps in that direction. Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Atheist.. I don't care what you are. SoL isn't here to shove our beliefs down your throat. We're here to show you that there's hope, and ask you to respond in kind.

the human condition, IS. It manifests itself powerfully every single day right in front of us. Maybe not as dramatically as it did for me that day years ago. Nevertheless, you have a coworker or a neighbor or a grocery store clerk or a greeter at your local Wal Mart with a pain just as searing as this woman's. And you have the absolute power and authority to speak DIRECTLY to that pain and turn it around.

As far as the nameless girl in Miami, I don't know if she'll ever realize or believe that there is someone right now..that still hears the cry of her heart. That she isn't alone, and never was. And that I mourn for her, and celebrate her birth. That there is another human being that, through the heart of the Living God..sees her pain and would give anything to be able to protect her from now on. I ask that you remember her. Maybe not like the McDramaPants that I am. But think of her the next time it seems easier to walk past the pain, instead of addressing it. All you have to do is say 'Hi'.

So here's your challenge! Listen to the song in the youtube video deal above. It's by Casting Crowns and it's called 'Does Anybody Hear Her.' Then, make an effort, every *listen* to your annoying coworker. Hear him or her and respond directly to what they're saying.

The next time you hear them say they like something, remember what it is. Whether it be their favorite color or M&M's and surprise them with it next week. If they say they like big Victorian Houses or something though, you're on your own with that one.

Do it. and then let us know, respond to this post..and tell us what you did and how the other person responded. K STOP READING HURRY UP IMMEDIATELY! GIT ER DONE!


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Sunday, April 27, 2008

♥The Clinic♥

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There was a young, single mother we've all probably known at some point. Different face, different place...same girl. She has nothing and no one, save a vomitting four year old with a temperature of 103. Mom doesn't know what's wrong or how to fix it; only that between government red tape, and an income that straddles the line between destitute and median poor on paper manifests it's basic consequences through offering a choice between groceries and gas in her old car. This woman takes her baby girl to a health department clinic, but only if they have room to see her daughter. The sliding scale fee system is still pretty unreasonable, but a puking, listless little girl is worth the gas money she'll be using, and in turn have to sell the little left she has to recoup a week's drive to work. The hours of waiting, (true story. it really is, about a 4 hour wait to be seen at a health department clinic) the luck she depends on to hope someone can see her child, and the medicaid she bounces on and off of every time she gets a pennies per hour raise drive her insane when her daughter is still sick, and work demands an explanation for why she's not there.

Enter Dr. Lorna Stuart of 'The Clinic' in Phoenixville, Pa. After 22 years of private practice, Dr. Stuart vowed to do whatever she could to reach out to every faceless mother, child, father, sister brother. She gave her whole heart, and her own home to open a place where people could come and see hope in the face of their illness. Her dream has not only been able to afford these people medical care in 8 medical specialities, but it's allowed those who live in financial no-man's land to finally have a face and a name in a system that seems to be built to keep them down.

Dr. Stuart's practical application of the tender dream in her own heart has helped to treat over 40,000 patients. She asks for absolutely nothing in return.

Every single one of us can *do* something. The Clinic is proof of that. Celebrating the sanctity of life is about using exactly who you are to practically reach out to the hurting and the lost. Dr. Stuart has proven this fact, 40,000 times. Can you make a sammich? Do you work at a gas station? Bet you can make a pot of coffee...See? You CAN extend hope to those that live in darkness. Regardless of your religious or political affiliation, the ground at the foot of judgement is most CERTAINLY level. If our future was predicated upon the past, we'd all be in some serious trouble. Don't look at others for what they've done or where they've been. Choose to see a need, choose to MEET that need, and then watch beauty bloom in the dirt you could've condemned that person for and chose not to.

The very BEST way to heal your broken heart is to start by helping to heal some one else's. Like Dr. Stuart is doing today Visit The Clinic's website, Donate a buck .It's very easy to rage against the injustice and pain you see everyday; point fingers..lay blame.

The noble thing is to do something about it. We are the sum total of the small things we think don't matter. Do a bunch of those small things and find out what kind of shiny beautiful thing you will become, from the inside out

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♥Nathalie Calderon♥

Nathalie Calderon is an awesome dancer. At 17, she's been dancing for four years with
Georgio's American Dancer Center in Orlando, Florida. Not longer after undertaking formal training, Nathalie was chosen for the Center's apprentice company.

Her main concentration is ballet, but she is also proficient in tap.

This girl's talents are centered upon performance art, and she's super good at it.

She's also got only one leg.

Nathalie couldn't see why she couldn't dance just like the cousin who inspired her, and never told or showed her instructor that she only had one leg until she was accepted into the apprentice company.

Check out her video. If she can do it with one leg, and only get mad because her prosthetic leg won't let her wear flip flops,

what in the world can *YOU* do, with both legs?

As my mammaw always said:

'Can't never could do anything.'

Pay close attention as you watch, the way she moves is beyond beautiful.


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