I got a World Vision magazine in the mail today. Funny how excited my heart gets to see those two words, “World Vision”. World Vision means more than a humanitarian effort. World Vision is how we have met Lydia and Tofic. World Vision is like a family connection.
This magazine wasn’t like a normal one. Instead of selling gifts and household clutter, this magazine opened up a new window of Christmas – spirited opportunities.
A few days ago, maybe it was yesterday, I took my quiet nap-time allotment to count coins. Yes, I know machines can do that. Yes, I know those little paper wrappers don’t carry any alluring factors. But this counting had purpose.
I emptied the contents of our missions jar on the table. We’ve been just adding our spare change to the collection for a number of months now. And as I started counting and wrapping I wondered how awesome of an experience it would be to sit around with our Sunday School class, or a group of friends, and do just that… count and wrap coins for missions work. I began to sing praise songs – interjecting numerals in there as I got closer to the brinks of my personal math skills. =)
I was pleasantly surprised by the amounts that laid before me some 45 minute or an hour later after shelling and counting and handling what felt like a small amount of coins. Funny how God shows up. I wondered what these would be used for. I wondered why God had put it on our hearts to collect this money. When we set the goal to save the coins and then find a place to donate the money once the jar was filled the day felt so far away. And while the jar is not filled yet, I felt the need to count and wrap up the coins.
Then today the magazine came. World Vision. I love those words. I flipped open the pages and looked at all the pictures with my toddlers today at lunch. Daddy’s at seminary all day today, so in many ways the house has felt unusually quiet – even though he’s always at work during most of the daytime anyway. But at lunch he usually joins us and he was missed today – as he is every Tuesday.
“Look at that boy!” my little talker interjected. “What’s that?”
“Why?” the famous and expected response.
“Because some Mommies and Daddies live in places where it is hard to grow food or where there isn’t enough food. You know how you tell me you’re hungry and I can just open the fridge and make you lunch? Some families can’t do that. Some families don’t have enough food. So Daddy and you and me and Abi have been putting away our money in the missions jar. Remember putting coins in the jar? And we are saving the extra blessings God has given us to help feed other families. One way we can help feed other families is by sending them a goat. You know how we drink milk? And cows make milk? Goats make milk too. And so a goat would help a family drink milk.”
She smiled. “Look at that girl…. She’s happy!”
That’s exactly right, little girl. Exactly right.
Funny how tears well up in your eyes sometimes when you know in your heart that something is right. When you know in your heart that you are right where God has planted you… and you are doing your best to grow.
I wiped away a few tears as Rachael looked over the magazine with fascination and continued to comment on all the little boys and girls’ faces. Abi kept referring to each animal we saw as “meow”s and after Rachael corrected Abi’s labeling we talked about how each of the different animals could help families.
The goal is not just to send an animal. The goal is to serve the least of these with a worshipful heart. They may come to the Lord, who knows, maybe not having to worry about their food source will allow their minds to think more of Jesus. But all I know is that Jesus said very plainly that when you do unto the least of these you do unto Me.
We just want to do unto Jesus more and more each day.
– to the least of these for now and forever more.
— if you are interested in helping yourself: www.worldvisiongifts.com
Check it out.