The world is so much bigger than our own front yard, so much bigger than the city we grew up in, so much bigger than the country to which we pledge allegiance.
Children across this nation and across the world number in the billions. Too many to count or even guess. Of those billions, that are too many to count, there is a staggering number of children who are exposed to unspeakable circumstances. Starvation, slavery and human trafficking, child prostitution, severe abuse, even death. These are hard, evil issues to look in the eye. It seems all too easy to watch the news at night, learning of the abuses that happen in our very communities and although sickened by the thought, go about life as usual. Across the oceans children are forced into labor, fearing their lives daily. Children slave in sweltering warehouses creating goods that make it onto our shelves. Are we aware of what we buy, where it comes from? The weight of these issues bears down on me today as I dwell here in middle class America. Sure we are in a recession, but we ooze with wealth when compared to so much of the world. What would it take to heighten our awareness just a little, to reach out and touch the lives of children in our country and nations away? Some may respond to this saying “Sure we can do something, but where is God in the midst of their tragedy?” He is moving in the hearts of many, stirring them to take action. Holding the church responsible to do more than disciple their own. He is present with the innocent child when they suffer the worst and he brings them home when they don’t make it in this world. He is there, and He is asking us to join him.