I’ve been glued to the coverage of the Olympics for the past few days. (I mean seriously, how can anyone NOT get excited watching Michael Phelps crush his competition every single time?! The man is unbelievable.)
Watching the Olympics makes the world seem very small.
Athletes from every corner of the globe — from every race, culture and background — come together to compete, and suddenly the dividing lines between Islam and Christianity, Communism and Democracy, and wealth and poverty fade. The political agendas take a back seat. The economic disputes get put on the back burner. The world focuses together on this great sporting competition and where many differing value systems once existed, now exists one common set of values: competition, endurance, and sportsmanship.
For a few weeks it feels like we are one big family.
Being a part of Compassion gives you a similar feeling, doesn’t it? We are a family. We are from all different walks of life, but we are a family. We celebrate together. We pray together. We mourn together. When a tragedy strikes the country where your sponsored child lives, it’s not just something you read about on the news. It’s suddenly a personal tragedy. When you give to one of our funds, you aren’t just giving to a random charity, you’re supporting your family.
I love being a part of this family. I hope you do too. I believe nothing pleases God more than seeing us love one another. He is a relational God and He has built that into each of us.
Someday soon we’ll all get to meet at the family reunion. I wonder if that will be anything like the Opening Ceremonies?