For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ 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.’ (Matthew 25:35-40)
This was all I could think as I spoon-fed the child who was too old to be in a high chair. I’m feeding Jesus. I’m feeding Jesus. As everything in my body wanted to run. To forget.
Why God? Why do these children live in an orphanage? How can this be?
As he passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. And his disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him. (John 9:1-3)
Perhaps the works of God were displayed in this boy, Innocent. To feed him, to sing to him, to tell him that Jesus loves him. He ministered to me. Jesus, living in this boy, ministered to me as I fed him. I reject the love of God. I rebel against it. It can’t be that easy. Just believe that God loves me? No. I must do, work, pay. But Innocent? He can’t do anything. He can barely raise his head. And yet the Father loves him.
Will I believe it? Will I stop rebelling? Believe that Innocent will rise up in the last days. That he will put on a new glorious body. So glorious that we will be tempted to worship him. He will dance. He will shout. He will run. He will laugh. He will know a Father’s love for eternity.
In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. (1 Peter 1:6-7)
What other option is there? Can anyone else give Innocent and me hope outside of Jesus Christ? If there is no hope in Christ, then find me a tall building from which to jump. Because I can’t live seeing babies lined in cribs with no mother to comfort their cries unless I know without a doubt that the Father will come for them.
This is it. This is where the rubber meets the road. Will I believe? Will I trust? Will I stop trying to figure it out and just rest in His promises? Daddy, don’t forsake them. You promised.
Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed. For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality. When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:
“Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Corinthians 15:51-56)