When Actions Shout

My dark, curly haired one.  The one with soft brown eyes who could solve a quadratic equation in his sleep.  The one who thinks deep and asks questions that would keep any scholar on his toes.  That’s the one.  I remember the first time he brought the hard question to me.  I was at the kitchen sink.  He was 5.  I didn’t even turn when he entered the room.  “Mom,” he piped up, “what was my birth mom like?”  I dried my hands, took a deep breath and bent down to lock eyes with his, which were already pooling with tears.  “Buddy, there are several things I know for sure.  I know she loved you so much and took such good care of you while you were in her tummy.  They gave you a test when you were at the hospital and you scored the highest.  And you know what else I know for sure?  That she must be one of the most beautiful women in the world, because you are the cutest kid I know!”  Tears ran past both of our smiles and dripped from our chins as I wrapped my arms around him.

He’s more than doubled in age since that day so we can talk about even harder stuff now.  He understands that his birth mom chose life.  Coming from a country that leads the world in abortions, where it is a form of contraception and they don’t hide their face or walk past a picket line, tells me she loved my baby.  Her baby.

I don’t know the wrangling inside her that must have went on as day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute, she felt him kicking the walls of her heart and wondered what would come of him?  Where would she go to deliver him?  How would she slip out unnoticed?  Is there an August 7th that she doesn’t go back to that day?  Is there a day that she doesn’t wonder?

She made a hard choice, the right choice.  If there’s anyone in the world I would like to thank, she’s at the top of my list.  Righteousness.  Correctness in thinking, feeling, and action.  What a short definition.  What a lifetime of craving, filling, repeat.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.  Matthew 5:6

You know that age old saying that so easily rolls off our tongues:  Actions speak louder than words.  

Spoken like a hammer driving a nail.  No one wants to talk a big game and not be able to back it up.  But we are.  And we have a problem.  Our actions aren’t speaking, they are whispering to a world that doesn’t even have their hearing aids turned up.

We spend so much time shouting through our lips that our hands and feet can’t even get a word in edgeways.  When will it end?  When will the body rise to our feet and not just yell, “We are pro life,” but actually do something for those who are making the choice for a life?

Our foster system is spewing over the brim with children who could use some consistent love, guidance, and healthy examples.  Our world is caged with orphanages where arms are reaching through bars but not enough hands to hold them on the other side. Our homes, streets, and days are filled women who don’t know where to go or how to get there.

If we want people to “choose life”, then Christian, we need to show them what living this life is supposed to look like.  Jesus didn’t shame or spend His time in pointless debates.  He went to the broken and hurting with compassion.

“Don’t have anything to do with foolish and stupid arguments, because you know they produce quarrels.  And the Lord’s servant must not be quarrelsome but must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not resentful.” -2 Timothy 2:23-24

When are we going to rid ourselves of our ragged boxing gloves and instead clothe ourselves “with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience” (-Colossians 3:12)?

Our foster system should be overwhelmed by the number of families ready to stand in the gap.  The orphanages should be lined with believers whose hands reach out, “Release the flood gates, we are thirsty!”  Our lives should be emptied of the women whose eyes are darkened.  Sometimes we have to get a little muddy for some blinded eyes to see.

Church, we are called to righteous living.  A call to correctness in our actions.  Actions that shout louder than any echoed words.  Called to be lights in the darkness.  Mirrors of Messiah.  Deliverer.  We’ve been called.  It’s time we are called out!

This is the third in a series on “righteousness”, which means to be correct in our thinking, feelings, and actions.  Head over to: thinking “When a Girl Hungers”, and feeling “Ruling Emotions”.




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