...our little one
still felt mommy's kiss on her cheek as she laid her head on her pillow.
Their little ones huddled through the brutal night in the dark doorways
of the slum side of the city.
...a drink of cold,
clear water from the tap answers our child's call, "Daddy, can I
have a drink of water?" For them, the very water needed for life
is laden with disease and death.
Yesterday...
...we gave ours an
"allowance" to spend on frivolous things. Theirs begged at street
corners for coins to buy food and then the bullies stole the coins they
did get.
...a quick trip to
the pharmacy, a couple dollars' worth of medicine and the cut on our little
son's foot began to heal. Their little one's cut is already infected;
it threatens the limb--even the life.
...our little ones
went to school with eager minds and learned wonderful things. Theirs hadn't
eaten and didn't have the strength to walk the six miles to school.
Soon...
...if they haven't
already, our children will come to the moment when they ask Jesus into
their hearts. Their precious little ones may never know how.
Do we love only ours
and ignore theirs?
No, No! Stop a moment.
What's this about "ours" and "theirs"? They are all
HIS!
And He cares the same
for all of them--just the same. Enough to die for them. And HE asked us
to help them--all of them.
Today and tomorrow...
...we must -- we will
-- do everything in our power to "suffer the little children..."
"Suffer" is such an emotional word, but for us its first meaning
must be "permit, allow, make it possible" for the little ones
to come unto HIM.
Working together we
can change the night--and eternity--for them.
Let's do
it!
