I feel so called to help these children. As days pass, my dream gets bigger and bigger. I can just see music changing the lives of all of these orphans. I pray to God and ask if this is truly what he is calling me to do. Is he really calling me around the world to help orphaned children? (If you, reader, are in question of what I am talking about, scroll down to my blog on 4/29/2014, and there is more detail about my career aspiration). After praying this, I came upon James 1:27, which reads, "Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.” I was so touched, that I have been sure about only a couple things like this before. Along with this scripture in James, God repeatedly stresses the importance and beauty of children in this world, and how we should see that.
Matthew 18:2-5: “He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.”
Psalm 127:3-5: “Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their opponents in court."
Matthew 18:10: “See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven."
Mark 9:37: “Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me, but the one who sent me"
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Tonight, I went to dinner with a pretty cool eight year old and a pretty cool six year old, and we got on the subject of the show The Wild Kratts. I asked them, "Have you seen the show Zaboomafoo? It's the show that the Wild Kratts show comes from". After receiving blank stares, I told them that it was on when I was in elementary school. Then Sonny, the eight year old, asked me if I had seen Spider-Man. After I made the mistake of asking "Ooh the old ones or the new ones?", I received more blank stares. Sonny asks, " David...when were you born?" "1994". I swear it was like I had said 1776. "Well.... I was born in 2005....and Saraphina was born in 2007"
When you're having an intelligent conversation with someone about something that happened before they were born, you are, in fact, old.
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Tonight at work was a pretty somber night. As we were about to close, a man walked in to grab something to eat. Of course , my judgmental mind automatically thought, “Great. Some guy coming in as we’re about to pack up.” How rude my judgment was. I greeted him at the door, and I asked robotically, “Just one tonight, sir?” He mumbled back something, to which I assumed was a yes. I could not have fathomed how powerful my question was. I could not have fathomed how powerful the question that so easily rolled off of my routined tongue, was. I sat him down, and asked him what he would like to drink. It was then when we made eye contact. His eyes were not even eyes. They were like windows; they were like windows to an empty soul. His smile and tired eyebrows seemed to attempt to mask what may have just taken the entire essence of his being earlier today. He ordered his breakfast, and so I went back to ring it up in the computer. While I was in the kitchen, the bartender came up to me with tears forming in her eyes. She said to me, “Make sure you be extra nice to this man . . . his daughter just died.” Needless to say, I was in shock. The random stranger I was serving, had lost his child moments ago. I took a moment to process what she had just said, and then carried his food out to him. It was difficult to look him in the eye, because not only did I not want to break down into tears, but I had realized why his eyes were so painfully vacant. I managed to look up at him for a moment, and softly say, “I am so, so sorry for your loss sir.” As heartfelt as it was, how could words ever begin to do justice to such a pain? He told us that he was in Alamosa because he was on his way back home, when his truck broke down. I did not want to ask, but I’m not sure that he was even able to see his daughter. That may have been where he was headed. It broke my heart to know that this man had not only lost his daughter, but was stranded 30 miles from home. I went back into the kitchen, and prayed to God to please send a verse. Send me one verse to give to this man. The next moment, I grabbed a sheet from my server-note-taker and a marker. What I wrote down, was not a verse that I had ever had memorized. To this day, I still can’t, and never could remember this verse off of the top of my head. Even now as I type this blog entry, I’m having to refer to my Bible and look at what the verse it. In this moment though, it was fresh in my mind, and I wrote down (what turns out to be Psalm 34:18),
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit”
I wrote it on the sheet of paper, and went out to the restaurant. The man had left. I ran out of the restaurant, and into the parking lot. I looked to my right, and saw him walking along the side of the hotel. As I looked at him, he turned to look at me, almost as if he had expected somebody to come out of those doors, even though he was an entire building away. “Sir!” I yelled. I ran up to him, and handed him the slip of paper. Knowing I had to finish up my side work in the kitchen for the night, I ran back inside, but told him either “I’m sorry” or “Have a good night”. I’m not quite sure which.
People always say, “Life is Short”. They say to treasure the moments that you have with those you love because you never know the last time that you will see them. The words, like the empathetic ones that I had uttered to this man, don’t even begin to measure up to how true that the message is. One day we are all here, and one day we are all not. It is so crucial to keep connections close, and to always, always, always, try for a better future. Sure, people wrong you. But if there is any hope, ANY hope in a better future with said person, grasp onto that hope and pray to God that you (or the other person) do not let go.
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