What’s the sound of a thousand voices?
No, it’s not a Dads Against Disney Shows meeting. Or A Jacksonville Jaguars all-time fan club gala, either. Today, more than a thousand bloggers will write on compassion. We’ll hashtag with #1000Speak and check out all the inspirational stories today. You should too.
Compassion Day and Go Ask Daddy Day fell on the same Friday.
I nabbed five compassion-ridden questions out of the bunch. We’ve been blessed with compassionate friends along the way. Today, another compassionate group of friends has stepped up.
Some dolt decided to turn donuts in a car on the soccer field where Elise’s school plays. It’s a rough field covered in rocks. Elise said she’s found animal bones in the goal. It’s their field, though. Now, it’s unplayable.
The team has asked for compassion from the community.
Want to help? Check out this website. People have already stepped up!
1. Do they still do Locks of Love?
Yes, and it’s still doing wonderful work since Marie donated her hair at age 4, and twice more since.
Locks of Love furnishes hairpieces to financially disadvantaged kids who’ve lost their hair for medical reasons. The donation gives the kids regain a sense of self as they battle their disease. Locks of Love creates custom hair prosthetics to help a kid feel like a kid again.
Find out how you can donate hair on the Locks of Love website.
2. Won’t it tear the fish’s lip if you take the hook out wrong?
Yes, you could injure a fish if you don’t remove the hook the right way.
We’re a catch-and-release family. We’ll buy seafood at Publix. We’ll fish for sport. My girls can set a hook so that a fish doesn’t swallow it. Fish with barbless circle hooks, never treble hooks. Just push the hook back and through, and return him to the water.
Leave part of the hook in the fish if it’s too difficult to remove. Just cut off as much as you can. I have it on good authority a hook will rust and dissolve enough to fall out on its own.
3. Are those football players praying?
Even in a fierce of rivalry, a group of players kneel together for a post-game prayer.
It’s a stark contrast to the violent game that takes place moments before. In 1990, two team chaplains organized the league’s first post-game prayer. They planned it after a game between the New York Giants and San Francisco 49ers, on nationally-televised Monday Night Football. It almost didn’t happen.
A brawl as time expired left players unsure of what to do. They gathered to the side, and a tradition was born in the NFL. It even debuted in Super Bowl XXV, between the Giants and the Buffalo Bills.
And on the seventh day … Tim Tebow was born.
4. Not all churches are gay friendly?
I’m glad this surprises you.
We’re used to it at Holy Trinity Lutheran Church. We even joke about it. I had a friend in college who wasn’t welcome back to church after they discovered his sexual orientation. The Old Testament speaks out against homosexuality. Jesus’ gospels sure emphasized acceptance and love over all, though.
I’m a Religious Studies minor, not clergy. Either way, Jesus was just all right. The dude loved everyone, even red wings fans and vegans.
Not all churches welcome everyone. Not all restaurants or college basketball programs welcome everyone. Know what’s cool about gay-friendly? You can institute it anywhere. Political party and religious affiliation don’t matter. Neither does address or climate.
That seems as Christian as it gets.
5. What’s the point of corn flakes if they’re not frosted?
Let’s wrap up a post about compassion with something sweet.
Let me preface this ode to Frosted Flakes with this disclaimer. As a 43-year-old man, I can appreciate the plain corn flake. It’s the part of me that appreciates baseball before the designated hitter. Or Olivia Newton John before plastic surgery.
In the best of worlds, all athletes could pray together after a hard-fought game. Fish could swim hook-free and kids could enter their medical challenges with self-assuredness. People could bring girlfriends and boyfriends to church, even if they were a matching set and not complimentary pieces.
And may every bowl of flakes be frosted.
Go and do.