Not statistics. Not just names. Not just another child with a touching story. To me these are children that have changed my life. Who sing with joy and dance like other children. Who teach me how to pray. Who love fiercely. Who love to snuggle. Who need someone to kiss their boo boos. They have runny noses and dirty hands. They are more than names and faces. They are our children.
It was not a suggestion that Jesus made, it was a command. “Defend the poor and the fatherless, do justice to the afflicted and needy.” Ps 82
“We will not hide these truths from our children, but will tell the next generation about the glorious deeds of the Lord. We will tell of his power and the mighty miracles he did. He commanded our ancestors to teach to their children, so the next generation might now them-even the children not yet born-that they in turn might teach their children. So each generation can set its hope anew on God, remembering his glorious miracles and obeying His commands.”
My prayer is that these children from 7 months old to 24 that God has entrusted to us to love, teach, and guard would tell future generations to come of His miracles. I pray that He gives us all wisdom to lead these into His plans for each of them. That we will be sensitive to His spirit as we make mistakes and fail but He would allow us the grace to always be genuine to those who are watching.