I’ve been thinking these days about how our perception of people changes when we allow ourselves to get to know them. Prefer to read? The content continues below: I read about a woman who was wrongly convicted of murder and spent a number of years on death row. She said the guards weren’t allowed to speak to her because if they got to know her as a fellow human being it might have affected how they treated her. As I’ve volunteered with ex-offenders and with those in prison, my perceptions about them have changed as well. Whatever poor choices they’ve made, or harm they’ve caused, they are still made in the image of God, and over the years I’ve seen many people become the men and women God meant them to be. When we get to know someone as a person, I think it changes our level of compassion, often in positive ways. For instance, many years ago, when one of my granddaughters was a young teen, she decided to make sandwiches and give them out to the homeless in downtown Toronto. I walke
Mrs C., alias TorontoCarol, alias SuperGramma, is an over-the-hill Internet Marketing wannabe. She can be found most evenings at her computer, trying to earn money on the Internet so her husband will stop thinking she is wasting her time. And she hopes she doesn't forget who she is in the process!