This world. Sitting in the dugout at a tee ball game amongst irrelevance. One mom screaming at her 5 year old to get his hand out of his mouth and pay attention. One dad continuously making trips into the dugout to scold his 6 year old son for running too slow.
The other world. Children living in a government orphanage. Either abused or abandoned by their parents or without living parents. Unwanted.
I straddle the two worlds. Watching the game while chatting on my phone with a family seeking to obey God's command to care for orphans. They share that they are going to pursue the adoption of 2 children I know.
I stare out into left field and cry. Tears of joy because 2 more children in that other world are wanted. Yet gripped with a sort of surreal sadness in the midst of people blind to what is truly relevant.
Two worlds. Distant and yet I exist in both. Unable to reconcile them, but thankful when they collide.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
He does not want to become a statistic. He is only 23. He works. He has a roof over his head. He is not an alcoholic. But his life is empty and he is alone. I know that I am not the answer. I know I cannot fill the void in his heart. I can continue to love him. Share Christ with him. And do what I can to prevent others from sharing his fate.