Burried

We are buried under snow.
The children are delighted. Even though we home school, I gave a snow day. Someone needs to shovel and last time I did, my back was in spasm for days.

I had another blizzard of sorts yesterday.

I received pictures of 7 orphaned children.

A blizzard of need.

Unfortunately, this is the kind of blizzard that is easy for most to ignore.

When is the last time you heard about orphans if you weren't looking for the information? Did you hear about it in church? On the news? Read it in the news paper?
Nope.
It is the invisible blizzard. In fact if you, like me, carry a shovel and try to do anything about it, people look at you like you are crazy. What do you mean, orphan blizzard? Why do you want more kids? You don't need any more kids.

Mean while, 147 million orphans are burried.
Forgotten.
Unknown and unloved.

I can't live with that.

So I rail against the storm of apathy.
These children exist. They belong to God. If we are his hands and feet, we must make a difference for them.

Isaiah 1:17 Learn to do good. Seek justice. Punish those who hurt others. Help orphans. Stand up for the rights of widows.

James 4:17 Therefore, to one who knows the right thing to do and does not do it, to him it is sin.

Proverbs 24:12 If you say, "We don't know anything about this," God, who knows what's in your mind, will notice. He is watching you, and he will know. He will reward each person for what he has done.