Imagine for a moment that you’re adopting a child. As you meet with the social worker in the last stage of the process, you’re told that this 12-year-old has been in and out of psychotherapy since he was three. He persists in burning things, and attempting repeatedly to skin animals alive. He “acts out sexually,” the social worker says, although she doesn’t really fill you in on what that means. She continues with a little family history. This boy’s father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great-grandfather all had histories of violence, ranging from spousal abuse to serial murder. Each of them ended their own lives. Think for a minute. Would you want this child? If you did adopt him, wouldn’t you watch nervously as he played with your other children? Would you watch him nervously as he looks at the knife on the kitchen table? Would you leave the room as he watched a movie on TV with your daughter, with the lights out?
Well he’s you. And he’s me. That’s what the Gospel is telling us.
We adopt because we've been adopted.
Adoption was for God, and is for us, hard work. But hearing story after story, I'd say its worth it (1, 2, 3).
Can't actually adopt right now? That's fine, you can still adopt through prayer or sponsor a child.
quote from Adopted for Life by Russell Moore.