“The Father is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.” Matt. 18:14
I’ve often said that one of my heroes of the faith is a man named Caleb--a man willing to risk it all because he believed God. I love how he responds to Joshua concerning his portion of the inheritance God has promised to him 40 years earlier.
“So here I am today, eighty-five years old! I am still as strong todays as the day Moses sent me out: I’m just as vigorous to go out to battle now as I was then. Now give me this hill country that the Lord promised me that day. You yourself heard then that the Anakites were there and their cities were large and fortified, but the Lord helping me, I will drive them out just as He said (Joshua 14:11-12).”
Caleb stands in stark contrast to the hordes of ‘retirees’ today living in age-segregated communities
From 1854 to 1929 Orphan Trains transported nearly 200,000 destitute children, mostly from Boston and New York, to families across America. Most of them were immigrant children orphaned, abandoned or neglected by their families. When the train arrived at a train stop or station, children would pile off the train and line up for inspection by waiting adults who poked and prodded trying to ascertain who would bring the best value to their farm or business. Those not chosen would pile back on the train and head for the next stop. While some children found good homes and families, many were exploited and abused by those who picked them. They were treated like indentured servants or worse—nothing more than property.
Today children are still exploited and abused, frequently in more dehumanizing ways than any Orphan Train.
“Whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me.” Matt. 18:5
Effective parenting and grandparenting requires intentionality. God laid down this challenge through the prophet Jeremiah—Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths; ask where the good way is, and walk in it (Jer. 6:16). That’s what intentional travelers do. I stand at a crossroads everyday and must choose the path I will walk—the good way where God promises rest for my soul… or my way. Frank Sinatra may have arrogantly boasted, “I did it my way”, and my way may work for a song, but it’s never the good way. In the end, my way doesn’t count.
Do you ever wish that you could be more noticed… that when you walk into a room people know who you are and immediately engage with you? If the truth were known, most of us likely have secret fantasies about standing out in the crowd and automatically getting attention. Sometimes we vicariously seek that notice through our kids and grandkids.