His Little Hand in Mine
Several months ago Germany began receiving thousands of refugees from Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq and other countries. Three families moved into the apartment next to Nancy and me in Kandern, Germany.
I was asked to escort a 5 year old named Mohamed from Kindergarten to his home. I could not communicate with his mother or him but he placed his little hand in my hand every day to walk the one kilometer home. He was so trusting and his hand so little. As I delivered him to his mother she smiled and bowed her head.
I am challenged to place my hand into the hand of God. He is our Good Shepherd. He wants to leads us beside still waters. He wants to lead us home. This little boy in a strange land had to trust his safety to a person he couldn’t communicate with, but he and his mother and the social worker trusted me. Can it be that I am this vulnerable to the world as well? Can we entrust our lives and the lives of our vulnerable children and grandchildren into the hands of the Creator?
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When a stranger sojourns with you in your land, you shall not do him wrong. You shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God. Leviticus 19:33-34 (ESV)
Though the numbers aren’t as staggering as those entering Europe, Minnesota is a gateway for many refugees coming to the U.S. from war torn areas of the world. How can we show them this security that comes from placing our hands in the hand of God?
Jay Adams, Black Forest Academy