What comes to your mind at the words one thousand children? Yes, numeral one-zero-zero-zero.
Do you see some kind of mega-sized school playground milling with happy kids? Or an auditorium full of eager and expectant little faces? Or do you think of a cozy town with each house full of content and wriggling little beings gathered around the kitchen table? Or even some orphanage somewhere feeding and caring for all the ones who have no homes? Of course you hear noise and laughter. You see smiles and little sticky hands. You feel warmth and cheer.
Or do you?
What if instead you think of one thousand children huddling together in the jungle. Due to the political unrest and fighting they’ve had to leave their homes and families - if they had homes and families. Enough food? Clean clothes? Warm blankets? Not likely.
Several days ago we were very seriously informed that within 1-3 weeks we can expect to see around one thousand children arrive here at our school.
One thousand children
Right now they’re supposedly across on the Burma side of the river that's beside us hiding out in the jungle preparing to cross. And we’re told that none of them want to go to the refugee camp. They all want to come to school here.
How can we possibly take them, or even a fraction of them? And yet how can we say no? It hurts my heart to think about it.
Let the little children come unto Me...
We’re supposed to be His hands and His feet. What if they would never get another opportunity to learn to know God?
We’ve been firmly advised to send them away. That we can’t take them, already being maxed out. “You can’t save the world.” I didn’t like that. At all.
The fact of the matter is that we may not be able to feed them – but God can. We feel like we need to at least take in any orphans… What’s wisdom? What’s love?
Please pray for us!