Today is Orphan Sunday.
A day we remember that every child–deserves a family.
That every child would know that they deserve more than an existence within a crib, everyday, without being taken out. Even for meals.
“We learned that orphans are easier to ignore before you know their names. They are easier to ignore before you see their faces. It is easier to pretend they’re not real before you hold them in your arms. But once you do, everything changes.”
– David Platt.
To hope that each child would be chosen. That they would be scoped up into the arms of people who chose to love, beyond their blood, beyond their borders, beyond fear–scooped out of ashes and misery and into family. Into being bigger blessings just by being them than they ever knew they were.
- …and to comfort all who mourn, to care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion, give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes, Messages of joy instead of news of doom, a praising heart instead of a languid spirit. Rename them “Oaks of Righteousness” planted by God to display his glory. They’ll rebuild the old ruins, raise a new city out of the wreckage // Isaiah 61
The orphan crises…is really, really big.
You don’t have to adopt to help, there are many, even small, tiny efforts than one could put forth to help. You can defend them, really, you can.
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Where is the baby in the crib? I’m scared you’ll say Russia. We adopted from Ukraine back in 2010 and we were hoping to adopt “Beatrice” this past year, but couldn’t complete due to many, many reasons… anyway, what a haunting picture. Babies laying silent in cribs always brings me to tears.