By Henry Flores, director of the Unbound Communications Center in El Salvador
A friend sent me a message on Facebook, which read, “Congratulations for what you do for those most in need.”
This made me ask myself, “What do I do for the poor and what is it that they do for me?”
What the poor do for me can’t be measured.
Because it’s not tangible — it’s bigger than that. The poor are …
- An endless spring of faith and hope. Even when their reality makes them think no hope exists for them.
- Teachers. They teach me that one does not need much to enjoy this ride called life. Even when I sometimes think they can’t be happy having so little.
- Lights that shine on this world with pure laughter. Even when I’ve labeled them as “the suffering marginalized.”
They have inspired amazing musical expressions around the world, which I have enjoyed with friends, wine and conversation.
They make a party out of so little, and I need so much to make a little party.
They are happy with the rooster crowing in the morning and the light of a candle as they prepare to contemplate the sunrise from their fields, while I do the same but with the eagerness of the news, my appointments and traffic.
So, what do I do for the poor?
Anything I do is small in comparison to what they do for me, but one thing I am sure of is that I thank them for offering me their true friendship without expecting anything back.
For opening their homes to me, for their life of testimony of faith and hope, and the extraordinary gift of offering me their heart because they are capable of loving with no limits. They love until it hurts.
Thank you, my Facebook friend, for helping me recognize the greatness of those often called “most in need.”