Blind Eye or Nosey?

Tonight I had the blessing of being able to go shop for a local charity (Backpack Impact) that our local CTA decided to help out at Christmas time. This wasn’t my first opportunity shopping for Backpack, and as always, it’s fun! A cart FULL of one grocery item always draws attention and conversation.

 

It’s a great opportunity to share what is going on in our community with others. In the past I’ve been doing it as a church mission project and also get to share Jesus.

Lily and I went in before our CTA treasurer arrived to start counting out loaves of bread. Cameron stayed in the car to finish eating his supper.

Yep, I’m a bad parent. Left my son in the car alone. (Read sarcasm here. He’s fifteen.)

Fiftyish loaves of bread in a cart and Cam comes busting toward us.

“A lady just punched her kid in the face in the parking lot. I rolled down the window and told her not to do that! She told me to shut up and mind my own business.”

 

I asked him as calmly as I could if he got the license plate number. He hadn’t thought of that. Lily, however, couldn’t believe he told the woman what to do. What if the woman had tried to hurt him?

My kids were with me at the store helping to purchase food products that would go to feed kids who might not eat over Christmas break if it wasn’t for the food provided by Backpack Impact. My kids value life. My kids know that even when someone is “bad” they have the right to be safe. Neither of my kids can stand to see someone hurt whether it be verbally or physically.

I’m not happy about my son confronting an angry adult while alone. I don’t think that was the safest thing for my child to do. However, I can’t fault my child for standing up for someone who couldn’t stand up for themselves.

He administers justice for the fatherless and the widow, and loves the stranger, giving him food and clothing. Deuteronomy 10:18

Defend the poor and the fatherless: do justice to the afflicted and needy. Deliver the poor and needy: rid them out of the hand of the wicked. Psalm 82:3-4

It is the responsibility of Christian people to get involved and take care of those that can’t take care of themselves. Sometimes that means we have to give up things we want so that we can provide for the needs of others. Sometimes that means we put our own welfare at risk.

Cameron was very angered by what he witnessed. I explained to him later that the kid he stuck up for was actually probably use to that kind of treatment. That type of abuse was probably a typical discipline in their household. I explained that the child probably thought Cameron was crazy for saying what he said rather than something being wrong with the way he was being treated.

Both of my kids were quiet for a minute.

It’s sad that abuse is the norm for people, but the truth is that it is. If you are raised in an environment of abuse, it is your normal. Chances are this child has no idea that their parent shouldn’t have been hitting them that way.

Someone has to speak up. We are often quick to speak out against abortion, but we don’t offer protection for children born into bad situations. We promote right to life, but shy away from fostering or adopting children that have been pulled from harmful home environments.

We want people to do the “right” thing and then expect them to know instinctively how to be a good parent. We make statements about parents raising kids in church and teaching their kids from the Bible.

In a perfect world it would work that way, but the world we live in is far from perfect. Who’s responsibility is it to teach and care for these individuals if their parents aren’t doing it?

I believe it is the responsibility of Christians. Orphans, widows, fatherless, poor, needy, afflicted, discouraged, hungry, thirsty, weak, weary, defeated, regardless of the need, God’s people are equipped and called to meet that need.

Sometimes it’s easier to turn a blind eye and pretend I don’t see the things I see. Since school started this fall, God has used my own two teenagers over an over to show me just how many opportunities there are to make a difference in the lives of those around us.

The difference between me and my kids? My kids step up and do what needs to be done without thinking about all the things that could go wrong, all the possible ramifications, all the training they don’t have, and all the additional needs they can’t meet. They just do what is in front of them to be done. We talk about it later. We’ve had to discuss some MUCH better ways to have dealt with things after the fact in a few instances, but even when they’ve made the wrong decision, it’s been for the right reason.

What about you? Do you get involved or do you over think? Do you turn a blind eye or dive in to situations? What if you were that child? What if it was your child or grandchild? Would you want someone to stick their nose where it didn’t belong or turn a blind eye?photo credit: Brett”>http://www.flickr.com/photos/x1brett/7131334179/”>Brett Jordan
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