In that moment, what would be the one thing you would want to do more than anything else in the world? What would be the one thing that would give you the most joy in that moment? Wouldn`t it be to pick up one of those babies? That`s what these people did. They started scooping up as many babies as they could pick up. Every time they picked up a baby the baby would smile and so would one of our team members, because it gave them joy. Maybe not happiness: maybe not the happiness that comes from getting everything you want when you want it, but something deeper, something longer lasting, something more powerful - joy. The joy that comes from having your heart broken by the things that break God`s heart, but then getting to be a part of God`s healing in the world. And that picture of all those babies with their arms in the air: isn`t that all of God`s children in one way or the other? Whether we`re nine months old or 99 years old, aren`t we all holding our hands up in the air in one way or the other, saying "Hey - is anyone out there or are we alone on this planet? Did somebody create us or are we just a bunch of cosmic goo that happened to come together in a certain way? Is there a purpose to all this, or are we just lost in a cosmic void?" And the moment when we ask that question, whether it`s the nine year old girl in Medina thinking she`d better lose some weight because that`s what our culture tells her will make her valuable, or the family that`s working hard but can`t get out of poverty, or the kid in Rwanda who wants to live a whole life but can`t because he`s got to turn tricks on the streets of Kigali just to eat, or whether it`s us sitting in the pews wondering if there isn`t more to life than consuming and racking up one more item on the resume, whenever we ask that question in any way, shape, or form, God`s heart breaks and He becomes passionate, passionate to let us know that He`s out there, passionate to push back the margins of evil in our world, and passionate that we join Him in this great adventure of binding up what Satan has torn apart..