I watched the ending of a movie today as I finished my lunch. It was about a young boy in a small town a long time ago who was unwanted and misunderstood. He was nearly a mute…hardly spoke a word. The town’s people didn’t know what to do with him. A younger boy befriended him. And finally, the town’s Saloon keeper, hardly a respectable figure to raise a child, admitted he was the boy’s father.
Turns out the child had a wonderful gift. They discovered he ‘could draw.’ He was finally given the opportunity to develop this at a school for the artistically talented.
The scene where his father acknowledged that the boy was his touched me deeply. So did the last scene where the child was given a grand send-off as the stage coach left with him and his father on it. Off to a welcoming world with loving care, opportunity to thrive and develop his God given gift.
I couldn’t help it. I wept.
I grieve for the millions of children today, muted by tragic circumstances and crushed by forces so savage, so strong that they seem to be invincible. But then, I remind myself, God is the One Who is invincible! Jesus rose from the grave in order to shed the glorious light of His Kingdom on these children, today, all over the world.
It’s heartbreaking that so many of them still don’t know Jesus died for them…don’t even know Jesus loves them. Oh, Father, You know each child by his name. Help us to see this world’s little ones as You see them, and do what it takes to love them into Your Kingdom.