Who Will Take Care of All The Little Ones?
“Who Will Take Care of All The Little Ones?”
Defend The Fatherless and The Oppressed
“14 But you, O God, do see trouble and grief; you consider it to take it in hand. The victim commits himself to you; you are the helper of the fatherless . . . 17 You hear, O LORD, the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry, 18 defending the fatherless and the oppressed, in order that man, who is of the earth, may terrify no more.” (Psalm 10)
On this father’s day so close to the one year birthday celebration of my youngest daughter (Sophia Rose), I can remember thinking and praying and worrying about being a good father to her. Later that night of her birthday, I was with Amy at the hospital as she was recovering and we watched Dance With the Stars and then Ted Koppel on ABC Nightline.
Ted Koppel devoted an entire episode to the subject of forced child labor.
As I watched my heart sank for the millions and millions of little ones who daily suffer horrible prevalent exploitation, poverty, illnesses (preventable), war torn affliction, and gross neglect.
This was Kopell’s closing remarks on his June 15, 2005 forced child labor special:
“WASHINGTON, June 15, 2005 -- Two hundred and forty-six million kids working under conditions of forced labor?
I don't know where they come up with those numbers; but, for the sake of argument, let's say they're off by half.
Assume that there are merely 123 million children making bricks, toting heavy baskets of stone, diving for shrimp, picking coffee beans or onions for pennies a day. You'd think we could summon the same level of outrage that we generate over whales, dolphins and baby seals. The children, after all, are no more capable of speaking up on their own behalves as any of those other creatures.
It wouldn't require a military invasion or even intervention in the internal affairs of another country. Just a little research. Anything produced by child labor, slave labor or a combination of the two is unfit for the American market. (And, incidentally, that means cleaning up our own mess at home first. Those migrant children working on our ranches and farms belong in school [Rio Grande Valley].)
I understand the equation. All of us consumers love a bargain. Some cheap labor, though, is just too expensive to tolerate.”
Kopell’s Nightline special made me think of all the little ones I’ve personally met in the Rio Grande Valley forced into migrant child labor out in the fields due to family desperation for survival and by American consumer greed for cheap labor that leads to cheap products. I also, thought of images of other exploited little ones.
I thought of all the young boys all over Africa, South America, and the Middle East that are “drafted” into armed conflict. There are images on nightly news coverage of preteen boys equipped with machine guns by drug warlords in Somalia. Amy (my wife) has vivid memories of young boys with machine guns at border checkpoints on the Ivory Coast of West Africa. Think of all the images in your mind of the little ones in war torn regions, impoverished lands, and diseased environments.
Now I ask two questions to all of us: What responsibility do we have to take care of all the little ones? And what can we do in the face of such overwhelming numbers?
My goal today is not too play a guilt trip on you. There exists a greater motivator than guilt (so much of our good deeds are based out of a sense of guilt); rather, I want to appeal to your desire for compassion and mercy. Also, there is a divine command to take care of all the little ones in the world.
The OT Scriptures are almost endless with warnings against those who would harm orphans and the oppressed. There is an abundance of OT Scriptures citing the God fearing individual to protect and care for the orphaned:
Deuteronomy 14:29, Psalm 146:9, Isaiah 1:17 (defend them), Isaiah 1:23, Deuteronomy 24:17, Job 29:12, Deuteronomy 10:18, Deuteronomy 16:11, Deuteronomy 26:12, Job 31:18, Psalms 146:9, Proverbs 23:10, Isaiah 10:2, Jeremiah 5:28, Jeremiah 7:6, Jeremiah 49:11, Ezekiel 22:7, Zechariah 7:10, Malachi 3:5
Vindicate the weak and fatherless; Do justice to the afflicted and destitute. Psalm 82:3
Do not exploit widows or orphans. – Exodus 22.22
Cursed is anyone who is unjust to foreigners, orphans, and widows.' And all the people will reply, `Amen.' - Deuteronomy 27:19
This is what the LORD says: Be fair-minded and just. Do what is right! Help those who have been robbed; rescue them from their oppressors. Quit your evil deeds! Do not mistreat foreigners, orphans, and widows. Stop murdering the innocent! - Jeremiah 22:3
Pure and lasting religion in the sight of God our Father means that we must care for orphans and widows in their troubles, and refuse to let the world corrupt us. - James 1:27
It is clear that God’s heart beats for fatherless and oppressed little ones, and our hearts should beat accordingly as well (not out of guilt, but from heartfelt compassion). The Scripture has plenty of places where we can clearly see our responsibility to care for all the little ones; nevertheless, what can one person do in the face of such overwhelming numbers (millions and millions)?
Jimmy Carter recalls, in several of his books, one key defining moment in his Christian faith journey. After a personal devastating political defeat for a bid attempt to be the governor of Georgia in 1966, he sank into depression. His sister encouraged him to seek God. Carter soon became involved in Baptist “pioneer mission” work.
His mission work involved door to door evangelism. On one particular assignment in Springfield, Massachusetts, he was witnessing to primarily Spanish speaking Puerto Rican Families. They were extremely poor and many of them worked in hard manual labor jobs.
He was paired up with a Cuban-American Pastor named Eloy Cruz. Jimmy marveled at Cruz’s gifted ability to touch the poor people’s hearts for Christ. Jimmy felt so inadequate and inept; he asked Cruz what his secret was and Cruz responded, “Well, the Lord can not do much with a man who is hard . . . You only need two loves in your life: for God, and for the person in front of you at any particular time.” (Carter, Our Endangered Values, 22-23)
We do well to practice Cruz’s wisdom in our daily lives and faith walks. Today I’m trying to place the image of hurting little ones in front of you so that you can decide to love them. All we can do is love with God’s love, and that’s pretty extraordinary.
Maybe we start with the little ones in our house and next door to us. Maybe we pay attention to the kids who come to our church every week without their parents. Maybe we then look across the street and over in the inner city apartments just down the road from our church for all the little ones in need of surrogate moms and daddies. Maybe we turn our attention to the million or more children migrant workers just a few hours south of us. And then maybe we could spare a little time to pray for the millions and millions of orphaned and oppressed children all over the world.
It starts with one spark of compassion (not guilt). Included in your bulletin are some numbers where you can work with others who care about the plight of all the little ones. Indeed, there are opportunities right here in our neighborhood and church. CAM is also a wonderful outreach here in San Antonio.
I’ve shared before about the little Albanian girl that I stepped over. She had been left laying out on a street side in Albania. Some dropped money beside her and every passbyer had to step over her to continue on their way. That memory has always haunted me. What could I do? I was a poor college student in a foreign land. Maybe I could work with other cooperative and compassionate motivated organizations to reach out to the orphaned and oppressed to make a difference. If she is still alive, she would be about 18 today.
A month or so ago, I glimpsed a homeless middle-aged women with a crazed, anxious, and nervous smile stumbling and talking to herself. I kept her in my heart and envisaged her as a little girl 30 or so years ago and then I prayed for her this prayer:
Onlooker
You walk so fast but lost not knowing where you are. I see your Beautiful smile in waves of jerking and twitching. I look for you. I try to find colors in my heart to paint who and where you are.
A dream moving like a pendulum through space and time. My pallet full of all the wrong colors. Spiraling chaos losing its meaning.
Who are you? Where have you been? Did your mama love you, your daddy mistreat you? Did evil powers exploit you?
Hero save her. Reach down and sweep her off her feet. She has lost her wings and way. A melody collapsing in her mind. A deadly rhythm pulling her apart.
Onlooker what can you do? Take care of Jesus. Love Jesus. Sweep down and lift him up. Are you distant and powerless or present and moving?
Her shirt tattered and torn. Her flip-flops soft and worn. Her soul unraveling and unborn.
Jung paints meaning to symbols. She is no symbol. She has lost her meaning. Could I save her, if could give her significance?
Who are you? Where are you going? Did you have someone that loved you, and that you loved? Did you give into evil forces?
Innocence and enigmas and illusions and symbols and smoke and mirrors.
Paint her in sharp blues. Brush her mind white and free. Add to her wings not of her own. Stroke new scenery for her. Sweep your brush across the canvas of her life. Is that a fair request, one you can grant?
Onlooker, will you walk with her? Will you hold Jesus’ hand? Wipe the dribble off her face? In this evil place and wicked holding, can she escape and find a way out?
Spirit trapped with no self-painted meaning that can rescue you. Hope against hope. Believe in an unheard melody and indescribable painting colors with rich hues and peaceful sounds within untouched heart spaces.
Your beautiful smile lost in twitches caused by forces I know not. Apologies and blame and powerlessness and prayers I send you. May the Way find you and paint you anew.
I’d give you purposeful words for a new story and vivid fresh colors for a new background. I’d lift you out of pain and into peace. But I am still shy of colors on my pallet and words in my journal.
You were a little girl with giggles and from a place of innocence. You were knocked sideways and swamped by waves you did not understand or bargain for. Someone sees you. I pray for you.
You were an onlooker once, helpless and powerless. Our two places and perspectives are separated only by time and chance.
I’d give you a name and slow down your pace. I’d take away your nervous twitches and free your mind. I’d paint her with new colors on a new canvas, is that what you’ll do for her and me?
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We are onlookers with a glimpse of millions and millions of little ones today, both all over the world and right in our own state and neighborhoods. Will you act in compassion and pray for wisdom and courage from God to do what can you can do for all the little ones?