I’ve heard these two words quite often in the last eight months. I hear them and sometimes nod my head, not knowing how to respond without shifting into a preachy “God put this on our heart” mode. Sometimes people just want to hear their words acknowledged and sometimes I oblige. And sometimes I do take the preachy, but true, route and explain how this is not of ourselves but a calling from God himself. In truth I’m completely humbled and somewhat astounded that months from now we will actually be allowed to fly to Ethiopia, scoop up our son and bring him home.
That’s not really the point of this post.
What I want to lay out tonight are the things that eat at me when I lay down to sleep. A bloggy sort of therapy if you will. I read our country update from the adoption agency shortly after dinner and there are a few sentences that keep manifesting themselves. “The orphan homes we visited in Ethiopia were literally naked, no food, no clothes for the children.” Naked. That one word stills me completely. How do we even respond to that? Not only are these children malnourished but they are NAKED. I want to preface what I’m about to say with “now I understand that children in America need help too (because I do!)” but I’m going to leave my excuses out of it this time. Love sees the naked and offers her shirt, she cries with motherless child, she crosses oceans to hold the dying… she knows NO boundary.
What keeps you up at night? Orphans in Africa, the war in Iraq, kids in foster care, people dying of cancer, your friend’s rocky marriage… whatever it is, it most certainly involves people. People who desperately need the love of God. Please let us claim that, let us BE love, let us BE Jesus to to hopeless. Lord Jesus show us how to love like you. Let our hearts stay in peril until we have reached as far as we can, losing ourselves and embracing you. And by embracing you let us in turn embrace the least of these.