It's not about you

Sometimes I wonder if people really understand Christ’s reason for coming to Earth. I’m not talking about unreached people, I’m talking about the people who proclaim Christ as their Savior, the people we sit next to in church, the ones we have Bible study with weekly. Because it seems to me (and I fall into this as well) that we see it as Christ came, died for US, adopted in into HIS family, and now offers us eternal life and now we can sit back and relax. All we have to do is read our Bibles, sing songs at church, be a nice person and it’s all good cause God loves us and now we can enjoy our time on Earth since we’ve been saved.

WRONG WRONG WRONG!!!!!!!!

Please tell me the last time you read the Bible and it said this life was all about us living a life of comfort and leisure. A life where God would never make anything bad happen to us and all we have to do is stay in his good graces. Last I heard, IT’S ALL ABOUT CHRIST! It may seem as if I’m very passionate about this and maybe even a little harsh, but you know what, it’s because I think we as a church have gotten it wrong. I think we so often forget that this is not about us, my life is not about me getting my dream job, or dream car, or only having 2 kids that way I can spoil them rotten, or partying our life away with the mindset that Jesus will forgive us in the morning. Our lives are to be a reflection of Christ. Our marriages are to be a reflection of Jesus and his bride. Our families are to represent the heart of adoption that God has for us as his children. We are to be a servant to all, to lay our lives down, as Christ did, whatever the cost. Jesus paid attention to those that the disciples easily missed or looked over and brushed off, who in our own lives are we brushing off? Thinking, they’re weird I don’t want to be associated with them, they’re too far from saving, it’s not my job to take care of them, or they got themselves in that mess it’s their own fault.

Now you may be wondering, what sparked this passionate fiery (actually I’m always passionate and fiery) blog post? Well, since the day I was born I have had a heart for the orphaned both physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. And I am always up for conversation with people to talk about God’s heart for the lost and broken and I’m always curious to see people’s view on adoption and such. So one woman I was talking to recently, I asked her about adoption and her views. She was pro adoption, which made me happy but her views left me dumbfounded. She said if she were ever to adopt it would only be a national adoption (which is totally fine! Just hear me out on my point) because she wouldn’t want to take a child from another country because she didn’t want them to be stripped away from their culture, language and their own people. For those of you who look for an argument or a flaw in conversation, I would like to point out that yes I understand there are some countries that do not allow outside adoption for that very reason. Such as Cambodia. Now if there is an obvious wall up, that the government has set up and it’s not a heart issue then yes, maybe we should honor Cambodia’s decision in not allowing outside adoptions and instead intercede for Christian families to rise up within the nation to take care of the lost children within their country.

As for me I think it is possible to be a great parent to someone of an opposite culture, as long as you are willing to work at it. (There are many ways in doing so such as either moving your family to that specific country so they child will grow up in that atmosphere or even bringing them back to the States, but in doing so reminding them of where they came from, that that is special and unique encouraging them to research their home country and to pray for it daily. You can cook ethnic food in order to give your child a taste of what they would be missing or learning about the countries history or listening to their music etc. It’s not entirely impossible.) If God calls you to adoption and you come up with excuses such as money, you heard it was hard or the cultural or obvious physical difference then what do you think Christ was thinking when he came and died for us? I’m pretty sure God wasn’t up there thinking, ehh maybe I shouldn’t send my son for them, they disobey and don’t always listen to what I tell them. They’re very stubborn and there are so many of them it would be hard to reach them all, and there are so many languages how is it even possible. NO! Of course not! God in all his might love and compassion sent his only son to die for us, ALL OF US! Even when we walk away, even when we disobey and rebel, even though we are all different both in language, our color of skin and our cultures, he loves it all, he embraces us all. And I think THAT is the picture the church is suppose to be. Not just a place where people come to hear a good story and sing, but a place where the broken and weary are welcomed not shunned and judged, a place where families understand the importance of adoption and where a heart for the nations is born. Jesus came as a servant, not a king to be served, but to serve. So this life, that we’re living, right now, shouldn’t it look like that? Stopping for the one, doing whatever it takes to show the love of Christ.

I know for me I will never forget, while I was in Uganda and we were in town and I saw another American family. Of course I ran over with excitement not even knowing who they were and asked what they were doing. I noticed the couple was fairly young, in their early 30’s, they had three adorable children yet even more surprisingly they were pushing a Ugandan baby in a stroller. So being the person I am, I asked them, is this a child you are adopting? And of course the answer was an excited yes. They said they felt a call from the Lord to adopt, yet they felt like it wasn’t wise because they were young they already had three children and adoption cost tens of thousands of dollars and even more discouraging was the adoption agency they were going with required that the adoptive families live in the country for a year with the child before taking them back home. But they couldn’t shake the feeling that this was what God had called them to, they shared with me God’s heart for adoption, and that it was our job as a church to rise up and care for those around us, even if it meant spending a year in a third world country for a child they didn’t even know. They said when they finally made the decision, they would do whatever it took to make sure that baby became a part of their family, including leaving their comfortable lives and moving to Uganda for a year waiting for a baby. What a picture a sacrificial love. Are we willing to do what it takes in order to be the hands and feet of Jesus? Are we willing to leave our comfort zone and perfect little lives in order to serve and be a light and witness to those around us?? Because if we as a church don’t love the unloved and show them the love of Christ, then who will?

-soul searcher