Last week, I was visiting my sister in Atlanta. At the same time, one of the inner-city kids I mentor got himself into terrible trouble. He made some bad decisions about what type of people he was associating with. However, the bottom line is that he was falsely accused of something I am 100% positive he did not do. Bruce and I are assisting him and have left this in God's hands, believing that (as Romans 8 says) that "All things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purposes."
As I was advocating from afar for Kewon, I was having to make a number of phone calls in the presence of my two young and appropriately sheltered nieces, I realized that, smart as they are, some explanation would be needed.
We all went to IHOP for breakfast and over Funny Face pancakes with whipped cream smiles on them, I struggled with how to explain this all to the girls. They live in a world composed of Burnt Hickory Baptist Church, Christian Cheering (GO STINGRAYS), practice for the play, and Christian private school. They are loved, cared for, cherished, and have no concept of what Kewon's life has been about. They live in a house with their Jewish convert father, my sister, who loves the Lord, and their grandparents, a teacher and pastor, respectively.
Finally I said, "I know that we are not used to this in our family, but I guess you've both figured out that Kewon is in trouble. Now, you have been raised to respect the law and police, but it is possible to be falsely accused and arrested and this is what has happened to our friend, Kewon."
Jaime raised her hand. I love when little kids raise their hands to speak outside of school. It is adorable. She said, "I know someone from our family who was falsely accused and arrested."
My sister and I looked at each other across the table, mystified.
"Jesus was falsely accused and arrested."
She is 7.
