I would like to share a story with you that is very close to my heart. This is a long story, so you will have to bear with me… but I believe it is worth it.
A few years ago we (my parents and I) went to Dominica (Yes it is Dominica, not the Dominican Republic) to “pick-up” my newly adopted brother. Kurt’s story is an amazing story, and I may tell it sometime, but for now I want to share with you what God taught me through his cousin.
We had gone to Dominica to finish up the adoption and bring Kurt home. We had gone over to the family’s hill, (it was a big hill…) and Kurt’s mother’s sister was there holding her newborn. The baby had some kind of growth/sore on his finger, and the mother was telling us that they didn’t know what it was and it wouldn’t go away. (The sores later spread all over his body… we haven’t been able to find out what it is.) The mother asked me if I would like to hold the baby, and I readily agreed. The baby was crying, he was hungry…
I asked the mother if I could take the baby to the top of the hill where the rest of Kurt’s family was and she said yes. I walked up with my parents to the top of the hill and they started talking to Kurt’s grandmother. I wandered away because the baby had begun fussing, I thought if we went where it was quiet he would fall asleep.
As we were standing on the hill, and I started singing “God of Wonders” to him and he drifted of to sleep. I just snuggled him close and gave him all of the love I could possibly give him in twenty minutes. As I was standing there, I heard God speak to me. He said, “You know, you are holding Me right now. You sang me a lullaby and rocked Me to sleep. You are loving Me right now.” I started crying… God brought to mind the Scripture,
“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Enter, you who are blessed by my Father! Take what’s coming to you in this kingdom. It’s been ready for you since the world’s foundation. And here’s why:
I was hungry and you fed me,
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me.’
“Then those ’sheep’ are going to say, ‘Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?’ Then the King will say, ‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.’ Matthew 25:35-41 (The Message)
He told me ”Loving the poor is not hard to do if you think of it as doing to Me.”
After I stopped crying, I walked back over to where my parents were. They were getting ready to go back to our “hotel”. I had to go back down the hill and give that little baby back to his mother. (They had brought the baby out in hopes that I would take him for good.) It was very hard to give the baby back, I had grown extremely fond of him in twenty minutes and I knew what kind of life laid ahead of him.
I didn’t know the baby’s name for a long time, so my pet name for him is “Tiny” (He was extremely small.) I found out later that they call him dirt. His mother is an alcoholic, and Tiny has severe fetal alcohol syndrome. If you think of Tiny, please pray for him and his family. They live in spiritual darkness and they need the Light of Christ.
Whether or not you believe my story or take it to heart, it doesn’t matter to me. I saw the face of Jesus in Tiny’s face. If you get a chance, download and listen to Steven Curtis Chapman’s song “What Now?” I think you’ll see what I mean…