Dark auditorium. Hands upraised. Vibration of drums and guitars flood every corner of the huge space and flow out the doors. Behind the band, huge screens panel the walls. On screens are faces. Faces of children.
Two contemporary songs, drums driving, with voices and hands raised around the room. Fervent worship. Then comes a century old favorite whose first bars seem to bring a deep response from the room. Voices build and more people sing.
“On Christ the solid Rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand”
All the while, faces of children fade in and out by the dozen over the screen. Pressing together, straining to see and be seen by the camera.
And I see them, many with faces that remind me of my own precious children. How tragic it would be if my own children were still jostling together with a bunch of others in an orphanage, not adopted, with no one to call their own.
And I am deeply and profoundly reminded of the power and rightness of the mission of adoption. This in the middle of fully understanding– of daily living– the inescapable sacrifice, the challenge of embracing a wounded little stranger as your own.
Because adoption is a mission straight from God. It is what He has done for me.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand.
The purpose, to release the captive, to share God’s love. By God’s eternal grace, to bring more freed captives up onto the Rock with us.