TITLE: the precious little ones
By M. R. Davenport
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The man came rushing into the clinic, holding his infant child. April, the baby, was only a few weeks old and she wasn’t breathing. The man grabbed the doctor, demanding he “fix her” as he shoved her into his arms. Born with spinal bifida, the doctor had said the child wouldn’t live long. He steadied himself, trying to tell the father there was nothing he could do.
Later in the day, the doctor’s own son was lost in the woods without his inhaler. He eventually succumbed to the asthma and passed out alone. When news got out, the entire community showed up to search the woods for the doctor’s lost son. Including the father of the dead infant. The good doctor protested that it wasn’t necessary, but the father responded “We’re not losing two kids today, Doc.” It was an emotionally charged moment to say the least. And yes, they found him in time and all was right. Just a movie but it set my mind to thinking.
This August, it will be four years since my daughter fell through the window in her bedroom. It was a day I wouldn’t wish upon my worst of enemies. I’ll never forget how I found her on her bed, bleeding to death. The tear soaked ride in the ambulance to next town. The fact that this fire department is responsible for her being alive. And then, as they flew her from there to Sacramento, I returned home to prepare for the drive to U.C. Davis, not knowing whether or not she would be alive when I arrived. It was the longest drive of my life. I learned a great deal that day. More than I ever wanted to know.
It’s often been said that children are a precious gift from God. It is one of the truest of sayings. I sometimes get a little impatient with my kids. They can be more than I can handle at times. But, in the midst of all the fussing and fighting around our shack, there is always one thing that remains: I love my kids enough to give my life for them without hesitating. Each one is a one of a kind and irreplaceable. I thank God that I didn’t lose my girl that day. But I learned how important she was and is to me.
There are many references in the Bible to children and their importance to God and to Jesus. I think my favorite one is when Jesus sat talking to His disciples and the folks around that were listening brought their children to Him with the intention of Jesus blessing them. But the disciples told the people to go away. This was no place for kids. As incredible as these men were, they were very naïve when it came to the things of God. But, of course, they themselves had a lot of growing to do as well.
Jesus responded by telling them to allow the children to come to Him. They are precious to Him. He really burst their bubbles when He said no one could enter the Kingdom of God unless they accepted it like a child. In complete trust. Ever had a kid just assume you would be there for them when they jumped? As they jumped? Blind trust? No, just learned love. They trust you because of who you are to them. And such will enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Jesus doesn‘t expect you to have blind trust in Him. He has proven who He is.
Kids are very important. They are the future. America is in need of kids who are aware that they are loved. Something they don’t hear much anymore. Don’t be afraid to tell your kids you love them, it’s not a sign of weakness. That thought pattern came from selfish, arrogant men.
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