This morning, in devotions, childish voices lifted in prayer--
Prayer for the children of the world.
Those whose stomachs ache from lack of food
Those whose hearts cry and bleed
Those who don't know what true love is
Whose parents are in disrupted marriages
Those who don't know Jesus, the One who loves them most.
Touching, to say the least, to hear the earnestness in their voices.
The world's children are growing up in a most dangerous time. The confusion society is throwing at them is far beyond what most can process. Why wouldn't a little child question their identity when the media is screaming their rights to any orientation they feel they identify with? Children are dressed as ghouls and goblins and sent out to practice a tradition rooted in Satanism. Children are unwittingly forced into molds of thinking and behaviour that strip them of who they were designed to be and make them to be what they are not.
I could have cried as I told my students they are not normal children. What's normal for most children is not what they experience. They have love, stable homes, two parents that love each other and them, guardians of their souls as well as their bodies, a Bible believing church to go to, a Christian school, food to eat, clothes to wear, friends who love Jesus...
It's amazing how much children comprehend.
And I, along with many of you, have been appointed to guide these precious souls. What a responsibility! What a joy!
