Recycling Our Hearts

by Alan Beringer

When I arrived I noticed the recycling cart parked in front of the CGI office.  This is a pretty common sight in Cambodia, especially in the city.  Very little goes to waste in the developing world.  Mom was not far away, but it struck me that she left her little one in the cart while she searched through bins and asked neighboring store owners if they had anything that she might be able to sell. When she returned we asked her what amount she would make from the recycler.  She said $5 a day, but based on what we saw in the cart and know of the industry, that seemed very optimistic.

Our hearts break in increments, but they heal quickly. Then we forget. We become distracted and self-absorbed. Then we move on.  Could I challenge you to remember the poor today? Perhaps even do something for the poor today? On the drive from the airport, we were stopped in traffic at a light.  A little kid – maybe 8 or 9 – took a feather duster and started “cleaning” our car.  This happens a lot here.  The boy needed money but knew that doing something was better than just begging.  His hopeful eyes gazing through the still dusty glass finally broke Alan Beringer down, who rewarded his effort with a small gift.  Let your guard down today and let your heart break just a little.  Consider for a moment what your life and what your future would be like if this picture was taken of you.

Until ALL have heard,
Chris