Will you please sign my name?

Brad was honored to be invited to a community civic meeting...
Helping to educate the poor before elections, informing them of their rights, and hearing their voices...

He sat in the back.

The community made space for him - "Welcome, Baba Sam".

You are one of us.

He happened to sit next to a mama we know. 

The meeting was deep... 

the poor voiced their hurt...

their lack of representation...  

their longing for justice...

But the moment that stood out...

Was when the register was passed around.

With a humble look, a Mama passed Brad the pen.

"Will you please write my name here?"

Illiteracy

 - it showers shame

- it limits employment

- it dooms a mama to poverty

- and most often, it spells the future of her children as well...

My heart aches for this Mama - and so many others who don't know how to write their own name.

God knows your name, dear mama... 

He knew you even before you were born!

And He loves you dearly!