The One Child Yet To Be Found

LostI just returned from the National Missionary Convention in Atlanta, Georgia. A  group of us were there helping at the Rapha House booth.



During the convention, a friend of mine who lived nearby came to visit me. I hadn't seen him since he was 11 years old. He brought his two young children who busied themselves visiting the exhibits and playing with the red Nerf rockets that one exhibitor gave out.



As we kept a watchful eye on his children, we spoke about human trafficking and the work of Rapha House. He remarked about how the problem seems so overwhelming, particularly given the number of children who are trafficked each year. I reminded him that the only statistic to consider was the number one—the one child who is found.



As he readied to leave, we noticed that his little boy had slipped away and was nowhere in sight. Then we all quickly sprung into action. He and a few of my friends hurried off in one direction while I went in another. A number of minutes passed. Too many. We scoured each aisle as the frantic father called out his son's name.



Soon I found the little boy and brought him to his father. His dad's anguished face quickly turned to overwhelming relief as he took the little fellow in his arms and hugged him tightly while the boy looked a little bewildered by all the attention.



The dad then whispered to me, "Maybe this was providential." Then I thought about all the other children lost in the night. And I again sensed the urgency of our work for the one child yet to be found.

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