Orphan Sunday

It is late at night. I sit in our family room typing away, Andy watching football. Upstairs, three little girls are sleeping. Two of them have always known the safety of our home and the abundance of our love. One of them, however, was a once-orphan little girl. She was abandoned at birth, and because of her Cerebral palsy, she would have been discarded by her society. Maybe not because they did not care, but because the overwhelming number of orphans make those with special needs more vulnerable and easier to dispose of.

The little girl sleeping upstairs will never be tied to a crib again. She will not be dragged by her ear again, with painful open sores where the skin was broken from being pulled. She will never lie in bed hungry again, wondering if tomorrow she would have food to eat.

There are many orphans waiting, hoping, wishing for someone to come and make them their own. They wonder, am I worthy to be loved? They cry themselves to sleep, will I ever be held? They cry alone, does anybody care about my tears?

The road to adoption is hard, it is costly, but it is not impossible. The once orphan-girl, my daughter, has learned to laugh, has learned to celebrate life, and is learning to love.

Right now, there is something you can do. You can visit Reece's Rainbow and give towards the adoption of an orphan with special needs. You can actually have a part in saving someones life. Do not let today go by without taking time to look at the faces of these children, to acknowledge that they exist, that they are suffering, and that they need someone to stretch out their hand and help.

What God the Father considers to be pure and genuine religion is this: To take care of widows and orphans in their suffering and to keep oneself corrupted from the world.
James 1:27 (good news translation)