I have an 8-month-old baby that just discovered that he can both crawl and stand. He is fully mobile and quite unhappy in his usually confined spaces. He needs the opportunity to explore freely, but that requires me to be in the room with him so I can rescue him when he stands and can’t seem to sit again and to swoop out whatever he manages to find to put into his mouth!
After picking up all the pieces and parts and trash, I use a clean towel to soak up 14 ounces of a bad-for-me soft drink and sit down to my computer.
When I look at the Ten for Orphans Facebook page these words flash like neon signs in my mind….
Fundraising to adopt…. special needs…. heart surgery… meningitis… 3-years-old weighing 12 pounds… Donate $10 ... family willing to take on the physical, emotional and spiritual responsibility for life, but need help with the $53,000.00 in fees associated with the adoption … hardly any donations have come in ... hardly any donations have come in … willing … only raised $116.24 of the total amount needed…. willing…. need… willing… need… only raised $1 1 6 . 2 4…. One hundred and sixteen dollars and twenty-four cents…..
And I am a pissed off ungrateful jerk who knows better.
And I'm saying it to MYSELF first. If we measure ourselves against this standard. If we compare our lives to these children. If we compare ourselves to most of the world. Then we must conclude that we are the "wealthy" Jesus speaks about in Luke when he tells the rich ruler to sell all his possessions if he wants to enter the kingdom of God. If we are honest, most of us would have to admit that for the most part, we are ungrateful spoiled people who need to seriously reconsider how we live what we claim to believe.
I have to ask myself, "Am I placing my faith in myself and my husband's ability to meet our needs or is our faith in our Savior?
Maybe your heart isn't for orphans. Maybe it's for troubled teens. Or poverty. Or homeless people. Or special education. Or the arts. Or the elderly. It doesn't matter.
The needs are literally everywhere. Which might be why we tend to overlook them. We think we can't solve the problem, so we choose to do nothing at all. Not trusting God to take what we have and make it what somone else needs.
Like the brute strength of the two men that pushed my fully-loaded 15-passenger van into the gas station on a busy road. They had strength and knowledge. They gave. And I was blessed beyond the value of what they actually did. (See my previous post, "If you have to call 911, it's officially not a normal day.")
It doesn't matter that you don't have any extra cash on hand to give away and you aren't in a position to adopt. You ARE in a position to do something for someone.
Why aren't we more willing to give up more and more of what we really don't need and certainly don't own -- at least in the spiritual sense of the word -- to someone else in need? Why? Perhaps because we don't really trust.
And that's gets to the core of who we are as Christians.
I'm such an idiot. Unless I'm not. And I actually catch on to what God is trying to unfold before my eyes.
It's a mirage. A false image. A lie.
Without knowing anything that I had been thinking or writing, my husband shows me a stash of cash he just found that he had put away and forgotten. I laughed and said, "You are gonna hate my blogpost this morning!"
He said, "I don't care what you do with the money."
"Good," I say. "Because it isn't ours. Never was. Sure, we have lots of bills and perceived needs. But all of it is going to someone else in need. Today. In Faith. We will give it all away."