Gary asked us to imagine coming upon a burning building. Flames are licking out of the windows and the unstable structure is quickly being consumed by the ravages of the fire.
He then told us that there is a person in the building in need of rescue.
What do you do?
Do you stay? Do you call for help? Do you go in?
Can you imagine yourself nervously weighing all the options?
I inserted myself into that horrible scenario. Would I be wondering whether the building would collapse upon me? Would I be scared of being disfigured for life, perhaps without even being able to successfully save the person?
Gary then added another element into the consideration: "What if you then found out that it was your own child, or your own mother, desperately calling for help from the building?"
I thought of my children.
Given that additional scenario, most of us (most of us with healthy relationships, that is) wouldn’t even think twice about it. Pure adrenaline would set in. We would rush into the blazing torment, through the curtains of flames, without heed of our own safety or potential consequences. We would do anything we could to save our children. We would sacrifice all for even the chance that they could be rescued.
Gary correctly pointed out that Scripture tells us that we should "Remember…those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering." (Hebrews 13:3)
That thought simultaneously hit me right between the eyes and straight through the heart.
Do I care for all these orphaned and abandoned children, all these abused and exploited children, as if they were my own, as if they were even myself?
That’s what we’re called to do.