A Decade ago …

6/07/08 at 9:43 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

… an angel drove overnight from near Toledo to Wheeling WV, picking up a 2 month old boy and then returning back to the Toledo area.  The baby, born to a teenage mother who could not take care of herself let alone a baby, was delivered at about 7 am into my arms.  It was the first day of the rest of my life, the first day I could call myself “Dad”, the first day of the enormity of that responsibility started to sink in.  It would be about a year later that the adoption would be final/legal, but he had my heart from the beginning, after the shock wore off.

He was our third placement in the foster care system (we were helping at the time in Ohio).  When they called us about the boy and said he would probably be “for keeps” (something they don’t say unless they are very certain) I actually hesitated.  We had been taking care of a black 2 month old girl with a broken ankle, and I wasn’t sure I could care for them both at the same time.   After prayer and a calm feeling afterwards, I said yes.  The girl’s broken ankle was probably caused by somebody grabbing the baby by the foot and yanking hard, though nobody ever ‘fessed up to it.

Her parents did what DSS asked them to do and they were reunited a few months later.  The boy’s birth mother only visited him once.  If ever the abortionists would approve of “discarding” a child it would have been this boy, carried by a teenage girl already in the DSS system.  Instead, by the grace of God, she chose life and the world/my life is richer for it.  We heard a rumor that she got pregnant again and decided on aborting that baby.  My heart grieves to think about the missing brother/sister my son could have had.  This is what happens on the fringes of society, and some folks do what they can to help out the innocent and the abused.

Kristal and I had tried for about a decade to have children of our own yet God was not blessing us, so we looked into the foster/adoption system.  Initially my heart was hard to it.  My dad would always stress the importance of “blood”, and I wasn’t sure I could love an adopted child as my own.  Well, I could, I did and it’s happened again with the two children we took in over a year ago.  In a few months the paperwork will be finished and we will legally call them our son and daughter.

What changed my heart a decade ago was the Holy Spirit leading me to Scripture about caring for widows and orphans.  In particular, James 1:27 “Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you.”  The world can corrupt you when you let yourself think you can’t really accept an adopted child as your own, that they’re not blood relation.  We’re all blood relation, by the power and glory of Jesus Messiah, His shed blood uniting us as adopted children of God.

[Romans 8:12-17]  Therefore, dear brothers and sisters, you have no obligation to do what your sinful nature urges you to do.  For if you live by its dictates, you will die. But if through the power of the Spirit you put to death the deeds of your sinful nature, you will live.  For all who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God.

So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, “Abba, Father.”  For his Spirit joins with our spirit to affirm that we are God’s children.  And since we are his children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God’s glory.

[v. 23] And we believers also groan, even though we have the Holy Spirit within us as a foretaste of future glory, for we long for our bodies to be released from sin and suffering. We, too, wait with eager hope for the day when God will give us our full rights as his adopted children, including the new bodies he has promised us.

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