A Lesson from the March for Babies…
It’s a mild, slightly overcast Saturday morning and my assignment is at the registration booth for the March of Dimes (March for Babies). As I walk up, the square downtown is blocked off for the walkers and Taio Cruz ‘Dynamite’ is blasting over the speakers. Pretty festive atmosphere in spite of the weather; a couple of rain drops here and there.
The registration tables are packed; church groups, sororities, schools etc are all trying to register.
A very healthy looking young lady wearing a t-shirt that says “God’s 1lb 12 oz miracle” is looking for someone to give her friend from NY directions to get to the registration booth; her friend is here to support her. Of course I am happy to assist. I have a banana in my hand and I can only imagine her being about the size of this banana at birth. A miracle indeed!
I watch two young ladies, wearing their college sweatshirts, make a donation of a bucket of coins and a couple dollar bills. They proudly fill out their envelopes to make their contribution and off they go to walk.
In comes a husband and wife, with the husband pushing one of those heavy duty strollers with triplets; two boys and a girl in the middle. The two boys are wearing hospital head protectors. Grand dad is standing by with his camera slung across his shoulder, ready to capture every moment.
I look over and see a dad standing off to the side with his double decker stroller holding his boy and girl twins: boy up top, girl at the bottom. I watch as he leans down and gives his baby girl a kiss. He ruffles his son’s hair as he answers questions from curious on lookers about his little girl with her big pink bow and her brother with his bright blue sweater. Mom comes back after checking in. She has their March for Babies shirts. I watch as mom and dad strip down to their under shirts, right in the lobby, and don their new t-shirts. Off they go to walk for their cause.
A pregnant woman wearing a t-shirt, over the bump of her belly, that says “Owen Carter’s memory marcher”. God has blessed her with a chance to do this again. I pray the best for her pregnancy.
There’s a small board with pics of two little babies with pacifiers in their mouths right under their breathing tubes. Kennedi and Karmin. I barely notice that the sign says in memory of Kennedi but in honor of Karmin. Joy and sadness wrapped together, but a cause none the less.
What is our God lesson here?
All of us came to Christ through different experiences. But we all have the same cause; the cause of Christ. The Apostle Paul was constantly beaten and imprisoned for the cause, Stephen was stoned to death for the cause, John the Baptist was beheaded for the cause, Jesus was crucified for the cause! For the most part we are not being persecuted to that extent for the cause, but what are we doing?
Are we volunteering to further the cause? Are we giving to further the cause? What about praying, fasting, studying teaching and evangelizing for the cause? Are we using the gifts and talents we have in a kingdom enhancing way?
We might not all be 1 lb 12 oz miracles, but there are miracles that God has done for us?
Lets garner our time, treasures and talents and support the cause; the cause of CHRIST!!!