I got a call today from the pastor of a church in my area that is living out the gospel in an intentional and creative way. The people in his congregation truly are the hands and feet of Jesus; they’re not just ‘hearers’ but are effectual ‘doers’. Everyone from the top down is invested in bringing folks to salvation and this church understands that to accomplish that goal, you’ve got to think outside the box. The reason he called today was to tell me that they are planning a huge Mother’s Day event-not just a feel good “will the mother with the most kids stand up and we’ll give you a long-stemmed red rose’ event, but an event that honors mothers by shining a spotlight on those who don’t have one. The next thing on this pastors’ phone agenda was to encourage me and to ask me what Project Zero’s needs were right at that moment. Wow.
Okay, so here it is….if Christians are going to make a definitive and lasting impact on the foster care problem in our country, we’ve got to get out of the box. For years, we’ve let our job fall on the government’s back, and then we are frustrated and exasperated when they don’t do it the way we think it should be done. I think its’ past time for us to give them a break and get our hands dirty. Getting out of the box, and outside ourselves is not easy. It takes compromise, it takes creativity, it takes dying to self and sometimes it even takes finesse, but it is necessary, in fact it’s critical.
We have got to look to the Father for creative ways to help the fatherless. We’ve got to feel deep down to our core the urgency of the over 100,000 kids in our country who are waiting for us to step over the line, step up to the plate, and make a difference. Because that difference is their future.
I was thinking tonight about how fast time is moving-seems like it was just Christmas and now February is here. But for kids waiting in foster care, time stands still; the fluidity of their existence and the lack of permanence prevents them from digging in their heels, taking a deep breath and just ‘being’. I long for that for every one of them. I ache at the thought of what they must be thinking. I hurt for their pasts and I hope for their futures. And I pray, oh how I pray that God will move in miraculous ways on their behalf. I want to do my part; I want to be a conduit for change, for hope and unconditional love and most importantly for finding forever families. It is time. There are no excuses. We can ALL do something…..but it’s gonna take some getting out of the box.