I do not know everyone this post is written for.
I do know that this post is not written for everyone who will read it.
Who is it written for?
Maybe it is only for one person?
I don’t know.
And don’t need to know.
I do know…
“I was mute and silent;
I held my peace to no avail,
and my distress grew worse.
My heart became hot within me.
As I mused, the fire burned;
then I spoke with my tongue:”
This post is only for those of you who have deliberately closed the door marked “Adoption of a Child with Special Needs.” Whether at the first glimpse of this door, or after some research about what may lie through the doorway, you have closed that door.
<Did you know the reality that “perfect” children are in such demand that human trafficking is a worldwide problem? Some countries have halted their programs for international adoptions of healthy children because of rampant abuses.
But nobody is fighting over the “imperfect children.” Why is that?
Did you know the politically incorrect reality that in our attorney’s sixteen years of facilitating adoptions of children with special needs, God has so far sent her only Christian families? Families who treasure these little “imperfect” children as pearls of great price?
These families have rejected the value systems that push “imperfect” children out of the inner sanctum of personal life, the value systems that free people up to continue their valiant fight for the idols of personal peace and affluence.>
Are you one who has closed that door?
Please, write down your list of reasons why you have decided not to take the next step. All the reasons. All the obstacles.
I ask only that you leave the word “calling” off your list, since that word can obscure a multitude of disobediences.
Then pick out a child from the Reece’s Rainbow website. May I suggest “Steven?”
Don’t let that bouncy seat fool you; he was put in there for the photo. He was placed directly back into his crib afterward.
You will find him unattended, in his bed.
Now kneel down in front of Steven’s crib, one hand holding your list, your other hand reaching in to his.
Look into his eyes, and please…
…tell him the truth.
“I could be doing something to help you, but I am choosing not to.
I don’t know whether God has closed the door, but I am closing the door.
Your life is not worth as much to me as [everything on my list].
I don’t believe that God has the power to help us overcome [everything I consider an obstacle] that stands between our family and you.”
Did you keep looking at his eyes while you spoke?
You just thought you were looking at him.
You were mistaken.
You were looking into the eyes of the King.
“And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’
Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.'”
Please, kneel back down, look into the King’s eyes, and tell Him the truth.