In Good Hands
Little girls gather around their leaders, kneeling before they pray. They are asked if there's anything God needs to hear about, anything that's weighing them down. One speaks, then another. In this place made holy by their heartcries, they speak, asking Jesus to hear their prayers. Sometimes if you were to hear them, they'd break your heart.
Who are they? Children of the age we live in. Most all from homes where divorce has been a visitor, many from where plenty has never shown up.
Who are they? The world would say nobody really. Everywhere they go they're really not heard. After all, they're children. Seen and not heard, speak when spoken too. Come back and see me when you grow up says the world.
But they are not in the world's hands. God's Son came so that they would have someone they could go to with their worries and their cares. Jesus hears every word.
He won't brush aside the bruised and the hurt
and He won't disregard the small and insignificant,
but He'll steadily and firmly set things right. Isaiah 42:3 (MSG)
That's just another reason I love Jesus so.
People achieve power, and they tend to forget where they came from. People achieve success, and poverty is something only "those people" get themselves into. We're quick to pass by on the other side unless it suits our fancy.
Thank God there's Jesus.
With the world to care for, with galaxies at His beck and call, He hears the heartbeat of those little children, and pauses, and cares. He stops for them, and acts on their behalf.
Just as He'll do for you.
Grace!
David
This devotional is written by David Wilson, pastor of New Hope Baptist church in Valparaiso, FL. If you find you have received this via a forward and would like to receive it regularly, or find you no longer wish to receive it, drop me an email at dwilsonfl@earthlink.net and I'll make the change to the list. If you'd like to know more about New Hope, visit our website at www.newhopevalp.org . May God bless you.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
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