I just received a letter from Shanti, the little ten-year old girl we sponsor through Gospel For Asia’s Bridge of Hope. Her letters are treasures to read over and over, but one sentence in her recent letter grabbed my heart:
“Thank God He has created such beautiful success for you…”
In my eyes, I am not a success. Almost everything I’ve ever attempted has fallen short of the finish line, ending up in failure.
But maybe, I’m looking through the wrong eyes. Maybe I should view my life through her eyes.
Shanti lives in West Bengal, India. This state is on the east side of India, bordering with Bangladesh, Bhutan, Nepal, and the Bay of Bengal. She is a Dalit, which means she is a part of the Untouchable Caste, the least of the least and the lowest of the lowest, almost subhuman to other Hindus. Her dad is an agricultural worker and probably earns a dollar per day for twelve hours of backbreaking work. The dollar per day has to clothe, feed, and shelter Shanti, her mother, a brother, sister, and, of course, the dad.
So, even though I am unsuccessful compared to my neighbors and friends, I am a wealthy man in Shanti’s eyes. You see, I can afford to live in a house, drive a car, and pay $35 per month to sponsor her at a Bridge of Hope School.
Maybe Shanti is right. Maybe I am a beautiful success, not because of anything I’ve done, but because I just happened to be born in America. That may seem unfair, but it is the truth.
If you are interested in learning about sponsoring a child in Gospel For Asia’s Bridge of Hope, click here.