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You Never Let Go

Saturday afternoon most of the team pealed off to go to do VBS and I just felt like I needed to make one more little trip to the Sons of God orphanage. I wasn’t sure why. It was just in me and I needed to do it.

So I did.

As we made our way through the series of dirt streets from Pastor David’s house to the orphanage I was just asking God… please, show me your forgotten child. I was praying for just a moment of connection with a child to let him know that Jesus is there for him. I didn’t have a clue how it’d work. But that was my prayer.

We opened the green heavy steel gate and wound our way through the Pastors house to the little courtyard the children hang out in. Of course, 3-4 visitors from America drop in and every kid just comes to hang out.

Within a few minutes I was carrying around a little two year old boy… the same one who attached himself to Kristen on her visits there. My heart melted as the warmth of our bodies created a silent bond of sweat. (Older kids, about 6 years old, put the younger ones on their shoulders to bring the babies to you to hold. It’s sweet and scary at the same time!)

As I held one boy, another would poke me in the back of the leg and go hide. He and I would lock eyes and he would run off to another place. And so, in this tiny little courtyard filled with children and carrying a two year old, I began to play a game of poke/chase with this older boy. (About five years old) It was cute to see his smile and the joy he got from being chased by a fat white man.

About 15 minutes of this go by. I’m laughing, he is laughing, the baby boy is laughing as I bounce him around, and my back is aching. Eventually I decide I can’t bear the pain of it any longer and sit on the steps leading into the main house.

The little boy who had alluded me while playing chase just sat down next to me and leaned against by big sweating body. He touched my head, bald and sweaty. He felt the hair on my arms. He kept leaning against me. It was a sweet moment. Then he took his t-shirt, filled with holes, and gently squeegeed off the sweat from my arms. It was tender and loving and I hoped a ball of sweat would land in my eye so I could release the tear building up.

As I rested and played with the antsy baby he and I just shared a moment where we were in one another’s presence. No words were shared… we just were together and silent among the swarm of activity.

Suddenly, he got up and went inside. We were sharing such a moment that I didn’t even think it was odd that he got up. He just got up. About a minute later he came back out of the house and sat right next to me… just like we were before. Except he had a picture.

When I saw the picture I lost it. Sure, I didn’t weep outwardly. But I wept inwardly and only allowed that one Cherokee tear to trickle out. I held those tears in for me. But maybe I also just held it together for him?

He reached out his arms and showed me a picture of his parents. It was worn and torn. It was faded. And whoever took the snapshot had somehow clipped off the top of his fathers face.

The photo was of his parents wedding day. The bride beaming, the husband standing proudly next to her, and the table before them filled with foods and a 3 tier wedding cake.

The boy made eye contact with me. Then pointed to his mom. Then made eye contact with me again. Then pointed to his dad. Then made eye contact with me again to make sure I was looking at his prized possession.

I understood. He understood. These were his parents. He was orphaned. His heart longed for a day when one of them would walk through the doors of the orphanage and take him home. And that day may never come.

And so, he and I sat, staring at the picture.

God answered my prayer in that moment. I don’t know why I felt like I needed to go to the orphanage that afternoon. But I did and this was why. As the little boy and I shared our presence he was able to know that he was not forgotten. Perhaps his parents had abandoned him or perhaps they had died… but he held onto hope.

The truth is that the orphanage scared me to my core. I never had it perfect as a kid but I always had a loving home to sleep in. My parents loved my brother and I. We never doubted it. And we both knew they would never abandon us. Through the toughest of times they took care of us before they took care of themselves. I never felt the way this boy felt. My empathetic pains were merely hypothetical. I couldn’t fathom his pain. But I could rest in the presence of sharing that moment with him.

One of the most biting things ever said about me was a pastor, early in my church experience, who said from the pulpit one morning, pointing right at me and asking me to stand up so he could use me as an illustration of his point, that he and the elders had labeled me a “spiritual orphan” in the church.

Those words punched me in the chest and I don’t know if I have ever recovered from that pain. I felt like I was part of that church community and they merely looked at me as an orphan. I knew those words didn’t reflect the words of Jesus… and yet I knew that I would never quite fit in again in that kind of church.

Perhaps, at the very core, that is the thing deep inside me that looks at the evangelical church and says… somewhere, deep at the core of who we are as a church… we need to reform?

You see, we are all spiritual orphans. We are all adopted by Christ.

Without the love of Jesus, we are all like that boy in the orphanage. We all are looking for a moment of presence. We are all holding on to an image of what a reconciled life will look like.

May we never let go.

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10 Responses to You Never Let Go

  1. Erin Desautels July 26, 2010 at 8:18 am #

    Bonsoir, blanc! Thanks for sharing, Adam. I had to pause the French worship music to listen to “Never let go.” I have a feeling I’ll be crying a lot this week…

  2. Lanny Richardson July 26, 2010 at 10:05 am #

    THANKS for sharing your heart … awesome stuff!

    • adam mclane July 26, 2010 at 3:57 pm #

      You guys are doing great stuff. Your hard work in early 2010 is reaping a harvest of awesome.

  3. Dave Luke July 26, 2010 at 2:52 pm #

    Yeah thanks adam..

  4. Josh Corley July 26, 2010 at 5:25 pm #

    Great blog Adam. You have a great way of expressing what every one of us who visited the orphanage that week felt. Very powerful stuff. Thanks for sharing your heart.

    • adam mclane July 26, 2010 at 8:59 pm #

      Thanks Josh. Yeah, I jotted some easy posts on my iPhone while we were down there. Now its time to unpack the ones I merely took notes on.

  5. Stephanie July 27, 2010 at 10:37 am #

    Adam, this is such an amazing blog post! I really appreciate you writing this.

    My name is Stephanie, I’m a part of the Teen Quest Ranch in Somerset, Pa, and I am so passionate about missions. My first mission trip landed me in an orphanage in Mexico and I feel head over heels for these children. At one point during my stay I saw one child being dropped off permanently by his mother. This broke his heart, along with mine. But I remember the little boy coming up to me and sitting on my lap, wrapping my arm around him. He had nothing to say he just wanted to feel loved.

    My purpose was to show them Jesus so they could have something to “never let go” of.

    The one thing that makes it easier for me to leave an orphanage is to remember that those beautiful children aren’t forgotten. That God knows them and loves them deeply, that He has a purpose and plan for their lives.

    Keep up the good work, Adam!!!

    • adam mclane July 27, 2010 at 11:53 am #

      Thanks for the encouragement Stephanie. I can see why that would compel you to take action!

      • Dave Luke July 27, 2010 at 6:56 pm #

        yeah thanks steph…. i liked your words 2…

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    […] In February Adam traveled to Haiti. He returned a week later but his heart was still there. Plans were made and we returned together in July. I’m not sure that I have the words to describe Haiti. My friend Erin who also went to Haiti has responded beautifully on her blog, Life, Ablaze. (My highlight in Haiti was visiting the Son of God Orphanage. Adam expressed it well here.) […]

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