Friday
Jan262007
Let the Little Children Come
Friday, January 26, 2007 at 7:09PM
“See that you do not look down on one of these little ones, “ the King said, projecting his voice toward the dark world so loudly it was heard on the earth as thunder. “For I tell you that their angels in heaven always behold the face of my Father.�
The King pointed to a church custodian yelling at children unauthorized to play on the swings and chasing them away. “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.�
The King spoke to people out for Sunday dinner after church, who turned away from the street children. “Your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.�
Then he watched a man and a woman taking children off the streets bringing them into a building, giving them a warm meal and a cot and safe refuge, and telling them about their Master. On the other side of the planet, in Africa, he watched his people caring for children born with AIDS, many of them orphans now, or soon to be.
The King nodded his approval. “Whoerver welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me.�
He watched his people give the children a warm bath, read stories to them, hug them, and laugh with them. He smiled broadly, “Thank you,� the King whispered, “for doing this to me.�
He looked now at men plotting and stalking and taking pictures of children, doing to them the unthinkable. He looked at men herding frightened little girls together and selling them to foreigners. He looked at men in white coats, driving beautiful cars purchased by the blood of children. He looked at those who inflicted the suffering. His eyes smoldered.
“I made these children. I took them into my arms, put my hands on them and blessed them. And yet you scorn them, use them for your gain, treat them as disposable. It would be better for you to have a millstone tied around your neck and be thrown into the sea than to face what I will surely do to you.�
He looked now at others who turned their heads from the children, too busy to share a meal, a blanket, or a paycheck. They did little or nothing to help the children, and he regarded their failure to help as the inflicting of harm. “To you who look the other way, saying my children are not your concern: Repent! For it is I you have turned away from. I will not forget.�
He gazed at another group of people, those watching out for and reaching out to and helping the children. He said simply, “Well done. Your reward shall be great.�
Taken from Safely Home (p. 357-358) by Randy Alcorn, Tyndale House Publishers, 2001
The King pointed to a church custodian yelling at children unauthorized to play on the swings and chasing them away. “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.�
The King spoke to people out for Sunday dinner after church, who turned away from the street children. “Your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.�
Then he watched a man and a woman taking children off the streets bringing them into a building, giving them a warm meal and a cot and safe refuge, and telling them about their Master. On the other side of the planet, in Africa, he watched his people caring for children born with AIDS, many of them orphans now, or soon to be.
The King nodded his approval. “Whoerver welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me.�
He watched his people give the children a warm bath, read stories to them, hug them, and laugh with them. He smiled broadly, “Thank you,� the King whispered, “for doing this to me.�
He looked now at men plotting and stalking and taking pictures of children, doing to them the unthinkable. He looked at men herding frightened little girls together and selling them to foreigners. He looked at men in white coats, driving beautiful cars purchased by the blood of children. He looked at those who inflicted the suffering. His eyes smoldered.
“I made these children. I took them into my arms, put my hands on them and blessed them. And yet you scorn them, use them for your gain, treat them as disposable. It would be better for you to have a millstone tied around your neck and be thrown into the sea than to face what I will surely do to you.�
He looked now at others who turned their heads from the children, too busy to share a meal, a blanket, or a paycheck. They did little or nothing to help the children, and he regarded their failure to help as the inflicting of harm. “To you who look the other way, saying my children are not your concern: Repent! For it is I you have turned away from. I will not forget.�
He gazed at another group of people, those watching out for and reaching out to and helping the children. He said simply, “Well done. Your reward shall be great.�
Taken from Safely Home (p. 357-358) by Randy Alcorn, Tyndale House Publishers, 2001
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