Do you ever feel like Moses sometimes? There you are, minding your own business, living in the middle of Nowhere Desert, quietly herding sheep and raising a family.1 Nothing spectacular ever really happens, and that’s just the way you like it. There was a time when you thought you might enjoy living in bustling Egypt, with its grandiose building projects, bountiful crops, and a vigorously healthy population.2
However, as you got older, you
realized that the government is corrupt, the average person is way over-worked
and under-paid, and the laws, instead of protecting children, actually decree
that they should be murdered.3
No, thank you, you think. That’s not
me. I prefer living an average, peaceful
life in seclusion and anonymity. I like routine. Predictability.
And then, in one moment, on one
ordinary day when you least expect it, everything changes. You don’t exactly see a burning bush or hear an
audible voice, but the message is just as clear.4 God is calling you, not to go and deliver his
people from slavery, but to go and deliver a child from a hopeless, fatherless
future. He is asking you to be the one
to rescue an orphan.
Your first reaction, the automatic
response is, Not me! You are asking the wrong person, Lord! I’m not brave enough! I don’t have any special skills or experience
or training. I don’t have the right
personality for it, and I know nothing about children who have been abused or
neglected. And You know I don’t handle
stress very well. I really and truly can’t
do this. Please, oh please, ask someone
else to do it!5
