What if someone handed you a child?
A small child.
A tiny child.
A few hours…a few minutes old.
What if you were the only one that the child could be handed to?
No one else around to help.
Would you receive that child into your arms?
There’s no sterilized room, no sanitary precautions, no sink, not even a bar of soap—just plain old you, a bunch of imperfect circumstances, and a poor tiny child that needs to be embraced.
You know what you would do.
Even if your hands were filthy, completely covered in soot and mud, you know what you would do.
You’d quickly rub your hands against your pants or shirt and wipe away the obvious dirt.
Then you’d hold out your hands.
Yes. You would.
We all would.
That’s what makes us human.
That’s what makes us children of God.
We’d do what we could with what we have to help an innocent child.
We know that “cleanliness” in such cases really doesn’t matter. For even if the circumstances were “perfect” we’d still have that uneasy feeling. That feeling that we’re not worthy to hold such innocence, to be entrusted with such treasure.
It’s a holy hesitancy that only true humility can bear.
Yet, it’s the necessity to help, the clear need for our assistance—the abundantly clear reality that we’re the only “hands” on deck—that drives us to overcome such holy and righteous fear—a fear that reveals just how poor we really are, much poorer in fact than even the helpless child we are about to embrace.
It is preciously this beautiful fear of God that propels us to love boldly—to boldly reach out beyond ourselves, to boldly become part of God’s mystical body, to become His very arms and hands—to embody Divine Love Itself—that perfect love of the eternal Father for each and every child ever created.
For it is the Father’s love that creates us, and sustains us, and longs to flow through us.
We just sometimes need extreme circumstances—ridiculously obvious situations—in order to tap the needed courage to let it to flow beyond our own borders and into those around us.
You are in such a situation. Right now.
We all are.
This very moment.
No matter where you are or what you’re doing.
Such a situation is at hand.
A child, a new born—cold, hungry, and without a home—desperately needs to be held.
Quick then, wipe your dirty hands, make due with what you’ve got—believe the Word of God, it’s good enough—now hold out your hands.
You’re clean enough to care.