A Bed for Every Head
I still smile when I think about a Sunday morning in Uvalde, Texas.
My good friend, King Burney, was preaching at the Getty Street Church of Christ. We were talking about the needs of Christian Relief Fund, and I mentioned that our children’s home in Haiti didn’t have enough beds. We wondered if there might be a simple way for everyone to help.
So we took a big piece of poster board and divided it into little squares. Each square represented a $100 gift to provide a bed. If you sponsored one, you simply wrote your name in a square.
It seemed like a good idea.
Before services even started, one gentleman walked over to the poster. He studied it for a moment, picked up a pen, and began signing his name.
He didn’t stop.
He signed every single square.
Two hundred of them.
There wasn’t a single space left for anyone else.
I just stood there shaking my head and smiling. I love people like that. Every once in a while, you meet someone whose first response to a need is simply, “I’ll take care of it.”
Well, here we are again.
Only this time, the need is in Kenya.
A heartbreaking series of arson attacks has swept through parts of the country. Dormitories have been intentionally set on fire, and one of the buildings at our school in Alara was destroyed. We have rebuilt the dorm, but now we have to furnish it again. To make matters more challenging, the government is requiring that dormitories use metal beds instead of wooden ones for greater safety.
That means we need 300 new beds right away.
When I think about that, I picture another poster board.
Three hundred little squares.
I wonder how many of them will have your name on them.
Maybe it’s one square. Maybe it’s two. Maybe the Lord has blessed you enough to fill in several. Who knows? Maybe someone reading this will do what that generous man in Texas did all those years ago.
However many squares you can claim for a hundred dollars, you’ll be giving a child something many of us take for granted—a safe place to lay their head at night.
That’s a gift they’ll remember every evening.
Let’s see if, together, we can make sure there’s a bed for every head.
Thanks a trillion.
