Last Monday, our first foster placement arrived in our home. Let’s call him Jacob. As the Hebrews writer would say, he’s a beautiful child. He has makeup-model eyelashes, sparkling brown eyes, a ready smile, and an infectious laugh. He also has the kind of problems that you would expect in a three-year-old who has ended up in foster care. Not surprisingly, he’s been on my mind a great deal of late.
Indeed, he’s been on my mind enough that I’ve been reading the online chatter that comes my way through Jacob-tinted glasses. Such was the case with the comment left on my post on FIRE from a couple of days ago. The commenter noted, correctly, that FIRE easily can keep us from fulfilling our Biblical responsibilities to be good stewards. Continue reading