Since starting this journey toward Africa (eventually we’ll be able to say ‘in Africa’!!) I have heard several times, “Well, you can’t save them all.”
Oh goodness. Don’t get me started. But you already have.
Of all the reasons various people may think we shouldn’t go, please, please don’t use this one.
When did just one become so insignificant to us? I know that we can’t save them all. (In fact, I know that we can’t save any children at all – we’ll leave that one to the Big Guy.) I am aware of the vastness of the problem, and it’s one of the very reasons that we are going.
When we hear that nearly 30,000 children will die from preventable causes before we lay our heads on our pillows tonight, it seems like too much. If you live in a large town – really anything short of a city – it is like waking up tomorrow morning to find that all of the children in your town are dead. And that they all died of something that could have been prevented.
If that happened, we would expect it to be international news. For weeks. We would expect someone to look into the matter until it had been solved. Until we had answers. Until we knew it wouldn’t happen again.
But it will happen today. And it will happen again tomorrow. And NBC, CNN, and FOX will find better things to report on. Yet I keep hearing,
“You know, you can’t save them all.”
I sure am glad I’m on this side of the equation. Because if it were me, if I were living in a third world country and had no means to support my family, no clean water to give my children – If it were me, and I was sitting there rocking my Sylvia in my arms knowing that she was starving and there was nothing I could do about it, I would be on my knees begging that someone would think it was worth it to save
That someone could see the beauty and worth, the woman that God created her to be, that I see when I look into her eyes. When God looks into her eyes.
In eyes like
And I praise God that we serve a savior that would do anything for just one.
“Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home…..I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”
I am so thankful that I serve a God who finds it all worth it for just one.