Little Homeless Children
October 26th, 2005 | Published in Personal
That one cold winter night, when he, the boy, was shivering in a doorway near his crossing, the man turned to look at him, and came back, and, having questioned him and found that he had not a friend in the world said, ‘Neither have I. Not one!’ and gave him the price of a supper and a night’s lodging. (Charles Dickens, Bleak House, p. 178)
For the first time (that I remember) it struck me that I have never seen a homeless young boy or girl sleeping outside in America. Never. My wife hasn’t either. When we were in the Dominican Republic, we immediately saw poor homeless children in filthy rags. What a difference compared to here. May we thank God for his kindness and mercy upon the little children who have warm homes and loving families. And let us not forget the little children abroad who have not these comforts and opportunities.
Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world. (James 1:27)