Lessons from Moses

For the last two days we have been in Lusaka without any wifi so I feel like I have a lot of blogging to catch up on.

 I don't know how else to describe the last two days other than bittersweet. My Jesus is so good to me. With every passing day I feel like get another glimpse of His heart. How cool that the God of the universe would share that with me! For the last two days I had the opportunity to love on, play with, and talk about Jesus with 400+ orphans. I love those little children, but I have found the God always allows you to connect with one on a deeper level. His name was Moses. He was gentle and snuggly, but at the sight of a soccer ball he was a new boy- wild, loud, and full of so much joy. From the second we arrived at the Tree of Life Children's village Moses stuck to my side. He was my little buddy the entire time - he even enjoyed coaching the relay races with me. As time wore on I began to get little bits and pieces of Moses' story. He was a serial orphan (both parents died then he went to live with his grandma and she died) and had been living in the compounds of Lusaka all on his own, starving, until this organization found him. It breaks my heart to imagine the nights Moses spent on the streets cold and hungry for more than just food. This little one has endured so much pain, and yet, he is so full of life and confident that the God of the universe knows and loves him. At five years old Moses understands who's he is. Which led me to wonder "Who's is Moses?" Yes, he absolutely belongs to Jesus but I truly believe that it was not the Lord's plan for Moses to be three years old stranded on the streets, orphaned, and alone. Jesus didn't create too many children and not enough mommies and daddies to love them; of that I am sure. As Christians, I would argue that Moses is ours. He belongs to us. I  sure that if we heard our biological child was stranded, starving, and deprived of every necessity of life, we would do ANYTHING to rescue them. We would claw through a concrete wall to ensure their safety, but what about these children who have no one? Who will fight for Moses? Who will give the voiceless a voice? Sure, an orphan in Africa or India doesn't directly affect me and my life, but as a child of God I am convinced that it should. It should burden my heart as it burdens His. Jesus looks at us and just sees His children. He doesn't see race or socioeconomic class, he just sees His child stranded and left with no one to rescue them. And then he asks the million dollar question- " Who will care for the least of these?" He doesn't stop there, He even says that what we do for the the orphaned and abandoned  we have done unto HIM. While the world neglected Moses and pushed him to the outskirts, to the lowest level of significance- Jesus looked at him and said that's MY Moses, and because he is His Moses he is my Moses too...our Moses.  Jesus doesn't call us to indifference he calls us to action. He doesn't suggest that we care for the orphan he commands it. If as Christians we are truly in pursuit of the Father's heart than we, as the body of Christ, HAVE to stand up and give the voiceless and voice, the fatherless a father, and the hungry something to eat. As my time came to an end at The Tree of Life Moses and I shared one of the most special "see ya later" 's I have ever had. We cried...a lot...but we both knew this wasn't goodbye because we have the same Daddy. I know now why Jesus said "let the children come." There is so much to be learned from these precious, tender, hearts.