The desire to serve the little ones grows until it leans on your own front door and you hear Jesus standing at the door knocking. God tells you to open your home to those babies with the undeniable eyes, but you hesitate because it's the home with your wife and your own son and daughter. And these other children come empty-handed, open-mouthed and scar-hearted. They offer only their poverty, exploitation, and they are broken. It might be messy, so you hesitate.

God in his mercy gives you a dream of two angels facing one another with wings that canopy high overhead. The battered, bruised and hurting children pass beneath angel wings and emerge healed and whole on the other side. Is it not unmistakable?


Day 1 and Now

Day 1 and Now



City of Children:  New Hope

 
So you create a logo and you answer the knocking door. You grow your family from 4 to 24, and it takes hired help and volunteers and faith. You come to America and flash a picture of a family of 24 on the screen and you say, "These are my children," counting the biological ones with the spiritual ones.


Then God gives you a piece of property, miraculously, unexpectedly, paid in full -- somehow -- because you (He?) have been thinking bigger and more, a whole city of children. It takes land that there is lack of in the city. Kids that play on rooftops, need to play in rolling hills. And you are already building lives, so why not a big ole house?


The landscapers and architects study the property and determine the most suitable place to build the home:  on firm ground that is flanked by two mountains, where broken children can pass through the doors, between the mountains and the angels, and be healed and whole. 

When we have his heart, he gives us wings, he moves the mountains until they are a canopy of angels, and unexpected dreams begin to come true.




 Joining Gypsy Mama for a five minute free write about what I've learned this week while Pastor Cristian has been with us in the states about the beginnings our ministry to the indigenous children of Guatemala. This week's prompt is unexpected.