This week I met with a person that I have known for over 15 years. Her story of compassion far out weighs mine and most of us "normal joes" on the street. In her early 30's she had a very lucrative career in real estate. She was on the elusive "fast track" to success but through a series of life changing events she gave it all up to pursue a life of mission work. She gave up the money, the house, the cars, the gym membership and the clothes. All of it. She joined a large organization that sends people out into the world to build the kingdom of God through compassionate acts like sitting in small rooms in remote places with a person going through withdrawal from drug abuse staying up all night to ensure that person's safety and to give support. She lived in a tent in the middle of the dessert with no running water to help women and children in exile and she is now on her way to work in a distant land to help Muslim women on the streets gain personal freedom from the underbelly of the human trafficking world. She has given her life and comfort for the sole purpose of helping others. She is an amazing women, author and Christian leader. She embodies the word compassion and I wish her all the best on her journey and hope that the very small cup of compassion that I left her with will let her know in some small way that I respect her, her life's work and that in my eyes she is a role model on how we should all treat one another in this great, big world.
(no pictures were taken or names given to protect her anonymity)
By getting out into the community, I have the opportunity to meet strangers, engage in conversations, and give my paintings away to COMPLETE STRANGERS! In practicing using my Art as a form of compassion, I must overcome my ego to use my time, talent, and money to create an original work of Art to give away, not for sale in hopes of making someone else’s day a little brighter.