Milton Jones, who is president of the Christian Relief Fund, wrote of a little girl in an orphanage in Cap Haitien, Haiti. He told how she had been very helpful to him on his visit, even to the point of trying to help him learn some of the Creole language. Then, one day, she passed a note to him. An “Uh oh!” went off in Milton’s mind. He said that he just knew this note would be similar to many other notes passed to him in that place. After all there were so many children with so many needs. They would often ask for money or for a computer. But this note was very different. It said, “I pray for you very much for God to bless you. God bless you.”
Then she did something else unexpected. She gave Milton a book. It was, she said, the only book she owned. While he didn’t want to take it from her, he was wise enough to know that accepting her precious gift would enhance her sense of esteem. It would honor her and appreciate the value of what she had to give. She also explained why she wanted to give him this gift. Here is Milton’s account…“She said that she wanted to give it to me because if she did maybe I would remember her.”
Now I have been to Haiti also. I can tell you that little girl needed food, clothing, medical care, education and many other things. But what was on her radar was simply to know that someone…somewhere…would remember that she existed!
Don’t we all want that? It’s not the card, or the flowers, or the new tie, that our beloved give us, is it? No! It’s the gift behind the gift…the gift of consideration…of remembrance…of honoring. That’s what’s so important!
The man was about to go out into the dark night…his body racked in pain…every breath achieved at the cost of torturous effort. But Someone near him had turned on a light. Even at that terrible point, hope revived. And even though that Someone was dying beside him and would actually be gone before him, the man turned to Him and exclaimed through parched lips, “Jesus, remember me…(Luke 23:42).” And grace upon grace…grace that makes us gasp…grace that thrills our hearts…grace that gives all of us hope too…grace that honors us as not only worthwhile but precious in His sight…Jesus promised to remember him. And so it was that a dying thief closed his eyes for that last time on earth to open them in blessed fellowship with the living Lord of Paradise.
Along with Milton Jones I pray for a little Haitian orphan named Djennielove to grow up and live knowing and relying forever on the One Who knows her through and through, Who will never forget or forsake her and Who loves her with an everlasting love.
Know what I think? I think that precious little Haitian girl spoke for me too! “Jesus, remember me!”