We Can’t Show Pictures
The HOME OF HOPE requires security.
Rescued children and their caretakers are prime targets for the ruthless criminals who buy and sell human beings. We don’t show our kids’ faces online, so this might surprise you.
Here’s a photo of the HOME OF HOPE.
I know, it’s tough to make out the details, but our kids are down there among roughly 25 million people in Delhi, India. If we knew where to look we could zoom in and see our HOME OF HOPE.
I’m amazed and comforted when I realize Jesus sees our kids at every “zoom level.” He holds each of them in His hand as He knows His plan for the HOME OF HOME and ultimately for the issue of slavery. I don’t know how it works, I know only that none of it surprises or scares Him.
As much as we talk about a personal relationship, though, I wonder if we mostly want God to zoom out.
We want Him to end injustice, cure cancer, stop human trafficking. We’re not so different from the ancient Jews who expected messiah to arrive with a conquering army to vanquish the hated Romans. We want God to bless America, or whatever other group or country we happen to favor.
Israel didn’t get the zoomed-out messiah they imagined. Instead, Jesus showed up as a “zoomed-in” man who walked individual neighborhoods and taught small groups. Jesus didn’t cure poverty. He served poor people, and told us to follow His example. He said we’d find Him there, among the poor, the sick, the imprisoned, the disadvantaged.
We’re not always happy with that answer, because it often means looking for Jesus among folks who aren’t like us, who make us uncomfortable, who we may not like all that much. We don’t like it because we’re responsible for addressing injustice when we see it.
Of course He’s at work and in control at every level all the time. But in the fullness of time, The Word became flesh and lived among us at the zoomed-in level. He showed us the Way and invited us to travel with Him.
Zoomed in. Where we see their faces and know their names.