Maybe it’s because I can’t play successfully, maybe a hockey player beat me up and stole my girlfriend in junior high, I’m not sure.
But I do love children. Recently after a night of handing out delicious treats to indoor ice-skaters and inviting them to follow Jesus, one of the grandmothers on my team noticed a child who was just sitting and watching with a sad face. He didn’t have ice-skates. (He didn’t have parents either, he was a foster child). I’ve known him for only a few months, let’s say 6 and he’s a handful at age 11.
The next day, I bought him a pair and watched him ice skate with a smile. Well, to be fair he’s still learning, but so am I. His children’s aid worker approached me a few weeks later to let me know that unfortunately he’s being moved to another foster home, this time farther away. The worker tried to get the child in his care so he could stay but it didn’t work out. This would be like the dozenth time for the child to be moved, and least the 50th time for me to lose a child because of this.
My point in all this is 1.) these kinds of things happen because the world is broken, and as Canada continues to redefine everything that is good, things will continue to break more. 2.) do something GOOD while you can, because you won’t always have a chance.
The boy gave his life to Jesus the last day I saw him (he had his skates with him even though he wasn’t skating that night), and I gave him a hug, and never saw him again.
PS: I gave him a Bible and pointed out that a very important prophet had his name and he was delighted. He asked me for several more Bibles to give to his friends. – Asif Zamir
