Monday, August 5, 2013

What Does it Take?

What does it take?

A warm little body pulled up to your side, fitting to perfection?

The sound of breath coming sweetly, repetitively, in...out...in...out?

A rant, scream, smack...only ten feet away?

What does it take?

Does it take walking by a crib, where eyes follow you...but with their rotten breath, contorted limbs, they expect nothing?

A friend walking off the plane with life curled in her arms?

A respected mentor saying, "but have you prayed, not just assumed?"

A child's death?

What does it take to see a child that no one else sees?

Picture pouring out of your car, your children in giggles.  You and your spouse shaking your heads and thankful for your kids sense of humor...chuckling.  As you race to the door you notice a child curled up by the side of your door...afraid... nose bloody, shivering in the cold.  Their clothes hang off their small frame.  You are stunned at the angled bones sticking out from underneath the skin that looks like paper.

You would do whatever it takes to help this child....to save this child from wandering your neighborhood unprotected, hungry.  I would do whatever it takes.  Any person with an ounce of compassion would gird up to fight.  Whatever it takes....

Why is it that the knowledge is not enough?  Must it be our doorsteps? How much effort will it take us to pray, "What would you have me do Lord?"

He was shy, as the nurse walked him to the front of the grounds.  He looked at us as we played with our drug withdrawing son....tossing the ball back and forth, back and forth.  His head was bowed...he looked to the ground just glancing up.  Those sweet eyes. 

"What is his name?" We asked.

"His nickname is Maxim." the nurse smile, trying to communicate in Russian.

"Hi Maxim" we said as he glanced up and back at the ground.

He was unprepared for this attention.

We held out a ball to him, an extra we had bought just the day before.  He delicately took it, afraid yet with a glimmer of hope.  We tried to show him how to throw it, but as with Ben...he didn't know how to play.  It took time with Ben, we had but a few moments with Maxim. 

Shy, reserved, alone....real...

What does it take?

 
He's real...alone in this world.  He haunts my thoughts.

 
Can you see him curled on your front door? Alone, cold, drugged....



Since the end of 2004 he has just survived. He is eight years old, like our Jonathan. 

Will anyone see him on their doorstep?  Will anyone rescue my dreams...the haunting little face?  I don't know.  I just don't know.  God does though....

You may see him listed by another name with similar pictures, but he is the Maxim that will remain in our hearts.  We stood before him.  We took these pictures with permission.  We've met him and had our hearts broken by him.

Please pray hearts are opened, a family sees, and Maxim finds a home.

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