Since they could not have a child of their
own, they decided to adopt. It was a lengthy
process… interviews, papers to be filled,
visits at home, social workers… But finally
their day came. They arrived to the Adoption
Center full of trepidation. A lady welcomed
them and asked them to wait in a room upstairs.
Soon afterwards, they perceived the steps
of the young college student who was going
to give away the baby. She was coming up
the stairs. They could hear the muffled conversation
between the young girl and the lady responsible
at the Center. Their hearts went out when
the sounds of the convulsive sobbing became
audible. The weeping continued as the girl
went down the steps. Mixed emotions.
After a few minutes, the couple was conducted
to the room next door. They were thrilled
to see the little crib and a tiny baby boy
inside. On a chair beside it, a small bag
with some clothes and… two letters. One of
them addressed to the new parents in which
she thanked them profusely for providing
a home for her baby. At the end of the letter,
a request. Would they allow her little son
to read the other letter when he grows up?
She assured them that she did not include
any information about her identity. She just
wanted to say ‘some things’ to her son that
she wrote on the day when, with breaking
heart, she parted with him.
I often wondered what this young mother wrote
in that letter. What would have I written?
Surely I would not have penned down trivialities
about weather or politics or economics or
the size of the house or the type of car…
I would have tried to condense my sentiments,
my love, my pain, the essentials…
Time and again I conjecture what Jesus Christ
would note down if he were to put in writing
one letter to me, what would be the profundities
that He would speak about.
I do not have an answer. But I kind of feel
that He would want me to know how caring
and tender He has been with me. He would
like to let me know about the Victory He
obtained for me through his death and resurrection.
He would want to repeat over and over again
His reassuring message, “Do Not Be Afraid”.
The best things in life really aren’t things.
Jim was driving his new sales manager around
the town and as they passed by his home,
he asked him whether he would like to stop
by and meet his wife and children. The reply
of the manager was frank. “Let’s get one
thing straight right away. I am not interested
in your wife or your children. I am not interested
in you personally! All I am interested in
are results. This is what I care about -
your sales record…”
In human love, there is always a demand or
an expectation. Since I offered you my love,
I feel it is legitimate to expect something
in return. In human love, there is always
the possibility of withdrawal. God is different.
He loves without expecting anything in return,
not even that I start doing good. God does
not check my sales record!
He is interested in me, my battles in life,
my anxieties, my fears. He tries to reach
me not to get something but to give something.
I heard the story of a little girl sitting
on her grandfather’s lap as he was reading
a story to her. From time to time she would
reach up and touch his wrinkled face. She
would then stoke her own cheek. She did this
repeatedly until she finally spoke up: “Grandpa,
did God make you?” “Yes dear, He made me,
long time ago.”
“Oh, and did God make me also?” “Yes indeed,
He made you just a little while ago…”
Feeling again their different faces, the
girl could not help exclaiming: “Don’t you
think, Grandpa that God is getting better
God is getting better trying to reach us!
This is what life is all about. From day
one of our existence, God tried to get our
attention so that we could discover His graciousness,
His compassion, His extreme care for us.
Too often we ignore his efforts. But He keeps
trying to win our hearts…
Perhaps finally He will succeed and then
our life will acquire meaning and … happiness.
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