A little while ago I rented an apartment to a young lady that had a small and very adorable 2 year old son. One evening on my way back home from the gym, I drove by this little apartment building. It must have been about 10:30 PM. I felt the need to stop by and see how this lady and her son were doing. I tried to convince myself that I should just go home, but the feeling to stop by was so intense in my heart that I pulled over and walked up stairs to her apartment. As I walked down the narrow hall way from the back porch I could hear a sound that I will never forget. It was the little boy. I knew it was him the moment I walked in. He was whimpering inside the apartment. I knocked and knocked on the door and called out to him repeatedly. Still, there was no answer. I noticed that the door had been re-keyed and I didn’t have a key.
I “carefully” broke down the door to my own apartment and went inside. This tiny little studio apartment was filthy dirty. I have never seen anything like it before. All the furniture had been turned over and the place smelled like a sewer. In the corner of the room was this sweet little 2 year old boy. He was crouching down in the corner with fear and he was in terrible shape. He was badly beaten and bruised all over his little body.
I called the police. I spent the next few minutes before the police arrived to help clean and comfort this child. He was so small, so sweet and so perfect. My eyes were so full of mercy for him and so full of hate for his mother. Truthfully I wanted to hunt her down. But, my hate turned to something else. After she was arrested and the boy taken permanently out of her care, I began to understand something about this 21 year old “disaster” of a young lady. She sobbed as she told me her own story of being abused as a child both sexually and physically by her father. She spoke of the nightmare that she called her childhood and told me details of growing up in those circumstances. My hate for her turned to pity and compassion.
She was devastated about the loss of custody for her son but was relieved that she would not be the source of pain in his life any longer. It was a sad story all the way around. As I shared this story with one of my dear friends in the days that followed I was shocked to learn that he was the victim of abuse as a child. It doesn’t end there. The stories kept on coming. So many people that I know have told me about their devastating experience with this subject. I have had my eyes opened to the reality that there are so many that have gone through this and live with pain from the past.
There is a message in this song for the abused child and the abuser. For the abused child it is a message of hope and a declaration of their innocence. “It is not your fault.” For the abuser there is a strong message to “look into the eyes of that little one and turn this around.” If this has happened to you in the past then you know how scared you were to just be alive. This is wrong, and Christ himself reserved his strongest language for those that would hurt these little ones in any way when he stated “But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea” (Matt. 18:1–6).
Christ loves these little children and it was evident in his every day life. When the disciples of Jesus attempted to restrain the children from approaching Him, He declared: “Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. “Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them” (Mark 10:14–16).
This song was difficult to write because I wasn’t sure how to tackle the topic. I hope the message comes across as it was intended. I hope and pray that each of us will take a stand and look out for the little ones around us. We must not turn a blind eye to what’s happening.
If you have been through abuse I pray that God’s great love and mercy will be with you to comfort you and bless your life. If you are abusing a child I beg you to seek help. There are programs where you live if you have the courage to stop. Email me if you want me to help you find the resources you need. I will gladly assist you! If you won’t stop then I urge you to take a closer look at that passage in Mathew 18.