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How long does it take to make a difference in the life of a child?
For good or for ill, individual moments in a young person's life can make all the difference in their future. It may be something said or done by an adult who hardly thinks about it: a hug, a compliment, an intriguing question, a sincere applause. But in that moment, the child discovers who they are, what is important to them, why they matter, and sometimes even what their destiny will be. Most of us want to help...
How long does it take to make a difference in the life of a child?
For good or for ill, individual moments in a young person's life can make all the difference in their future. It may be something said or done by an adult who hardly thinks about it: a hug, a compliment, an intriguing question, a sincere applause. But in that moment, the child discovers who they are, what is important to them, why they matter, and sometimes even what their destiny will be. Most of us want to help encourage and build into this next generation, most of us see the need all around, but we just have no idea where to begin.
Now, with this book, you know where to begin and you know that it only takes Just a Minute. Follow along as Dr. Wess Stafford, president of Compassion International, shares stories and experiences to introduce you to the difference you can actually make anywhere on the spectrum of child development. From helping meet physical needs to breaking down emotional barriers and from discovering latent talents to equipping with spiritual insights, these stories are a catalyst for action.
You don't have to be a teacher, a parent, a pastor, or a doctor to make a difference in the life of a child. You only have to be willing!
A MOMENT FOR RESCUE
My sportscaster friend Jerry Schemmel, now the well-known "Voice of the Colorado Rockies," survived the 1989 crash of United Flight 232 at Sioux City, Iowa. Miraculously he emerged safe in a cornfield, relieved and standing clear of the burning wreckage ... when he heard a baby's screams still inside that smoke-filled fuselage. He dashed back into the carnage, followed the cries through the billowing smoke, and rescued a little eleven-month-old girl named Sabrina Michaelson. His story is told in his powerful book Chosen to Live.
As Jerry sat in my office reliving that story for me, I wanted to jump up and say, "Me too! That's what I would have done!"
But would I? Would you?
Nothing grips our hearts more on the evening news, putting a lump in our throats, than watching a firefighter rescue a shivering child from an icy lake—or a bloodied soldier hoisting his wounded friend onto his shoulder and carrying him to safety amid a hail of bullets and explosions. Such acts of selfless heroism cannot be rehearsed or anticipated. That amazing spirit either resides deep within us, or it doesn't. The drama seizes us in an unexpected moment, and we act—or we don't—in just a minute.
There are no second chances, no coulda-woulda-shoulda options. In the instant, heroes seldom know the full significance of what they are doing. In fact, they may never know. Is this child's life a fair exchange for my own? If I die in the process of rescuing her, will she live to achieve more than I might have? There is no time for such thoughts.
When, in retrospect, we learn years later what that child grew up to be, we say, "Wow, thank goodness!" But when we don't know, we should also say, "Wow, thank goodness!" A life is precious for what it is, not just for what it does. The truth is that every child is valuable. They are lovingly knit by their Creator in their mother's womb, one at a time. They are born one at a time. They live and die one at a time. And they can be rescued one at a time, usually by selfless heroes ... notice, usually not by politicians, millionaires, or celebrities, but by ordinary people, with extraordinary hearts.
The Most Vulnerable
When the news cameras zoom back from the face of a specific boy or girl in peril to reveal the masses across our world, however, it is easy (and understandable) to move from empathy to apathy. The sheer magnitude of children in poverty is overwhelming. Most of society, even caring people, feel they can't possibly do all that needs to be done, and so they become paralyzed. They end up doing nothing. The great British statesman Edmund Burke is best remembered for this one sentence: "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good people to do nothing."
In this crazy, fast-paced world, it is easy for the weakest, the most vulnerable, the littlest among us to get hurt in the stampede. They need our "just a minute" moment of safety and rescue that they so richly deserve.
That thought came to mind recently when I was driving along an Oregon highway. I came to a row of orange highway cones and flashing signs that said "Construction Zone. All fines doubled. Injure a worker and receive a $15,000 fine and mandatory jail time."
Needless to say, that got my attention. I slowed down and kept a wary eye out for the road crew. The last thing I wanted to do was to get that kind of fine ... and, oh yes, to hurt a worker. Sadly, I believe it was in that order.
This warning was needed because in the everyday commutes of our lives, it is easy to miss the people and things going on around us. Yet these guys in a dangerous zone were concentrating on their construction work and needed the rest of us to watch out for them. They were vulnerable on that stretch of road.
As I cleared the area and sped off, I got to thinking. Isn't that exactly the mind-set we need to hold for the welfare of children in our world today? They are vulnerable to everything dangerous around them. They are concentrating on the busy task of growing up. They aren't yet aware of the hazards on all sides. Looking out for them should be our job.
If a child is around, we should be on high alert, not just to not harm them, but to rescue them when needed and to advance them lovingly in any way we can. Anything harmful done by society racing by should receive double the fine compared to causing the same harm to an adult! That might make criminals pause before robbing a store that has children in it, or breaking into a house where they see toys in the yard. "Oops, better watch out—there are children around here." It might slow down a pervert who is about to sexually molest a minor.
It is the duty of all of us who make up society to protect, nurture, and bless the children entrusted to us. Life, as we've said, has value because it is, not necessarily for what it does. But as a man named Herb Gilbey discovered, sometimes it's both.
ERRAND OF MERCY
WHEN THE SNOW IS FLYING and the wind is howling, you naturally want to stay inside your own warm home. Herb Gilbey certainly did that night back in 1918 as a blizzard roared across South Dakota. He wanted nothing more than to hold a cup of hot chocolate between his hands and look out the window.
But there was a knock at the door. His neighbor, a pharmacist, had come over for some reason. "Come in, come in—get out of the cold!" Herb said as he ushered his friend into the living room.
When the neighbor pulled back the scarf from his face, Herb could tell that he didn't look good. He knew the man had been working long hours, trying to help people all over town as they battled the flu epidemic that was in full force just then. They both had read in the papers that some 20 million Americans had been stricken so far, with thousands of deaths.
"Are you all right?" Herb inquired.
"Yes, I'll be okay," the man answered huskily. "But Pinky"—the nickname of his seven-year-old son—"has got it really bad. It's turned into pneumonia now. I don't know if he's going to make it...." The father's voice cracked as he said this last sentence.
"Oh, no!" Herb replied. "Can we do anything to help?"
"Well ... that's why I came over," the pharmacist replied. "There is a new drug—still kind of experimental—that seems to work pretty well against pneumonia. But I don't have any of it here. The closest place to get it is at the big supply house in Minneapolis. I was just wondering ..." His voice trailed off.
Herb looked again at his neighbor's flushed face. The man was in no condition to attempt a drive of two hundred fifty miles east and then back again. What an ordeal that would be in this weather, even for a healthy person.
But ... he couldn't just let little Pinky succumb. Herb thought for another moment, then said, "Okay. I'll give it a try. What's the address?"
Herb Gilbey went out and got his Model-T Ford started in the cold. It had no heater, but soon he was on the rough, mostly unpaved road anyway, headed for the Minnesota state line. He drove all night through the snowstorm, rarely topping thirty-five miles an hour. By morning, he arrived in the big city, found the supplier, got the medicine, and turned right around to start back to South Dakota.
Herb Gilbey passed away in due time, feeling gratified about his good deed for the neighbor boy. He didn't live long enough to see Pinky reach his full stature on the American stage ... as a U.S. Senator and Vice President of the United States. People by then were calling him by his more proper name: Hubert H. Humphrey.
The child you rescue may hold incredible potential. A small act when the boy or girl is in jeopardy may change the course of history. We never know. Given that uncertainty, we always need to lean toward the side of protection and rescue.
The Humphrey story reminds me of a similar crisis that broke back in the early 1700s, when a cottage in Epworth, England, caught fire. The masterful biographer of John Wesley (known in childhood as "Jacky") opens his book this way:
PLUCKED FROM THE BURNING
THE ROOM SEEMED LIGHT already, yet the bed curtains were closed, and the nursemaid had not yet gotten him up. Jacky lay puzzled for a moment, then put out his head from the four-poster. He saw streaks of fire on the ceiling.
In the lurid glow he noticed that Molly and Anne, two of his sisters who slept in the same great bed with him, were gone, and the other bed, where the nurse slept with Patty and baby Charles, was empty. Five-year-old Jacky ran to the open door. The floor outside was ablaze. He ran back and climbed onto a chest of drawers near the window and pulled at the latch.
Above him the thatched roof of the rectory crackled and burned in the strong northeast wind. Below, a crowd of neighbors were gathered in the yard and were trying to douse the flames. Jacky edged onto the windowsill as far as he dared. He saw a man point up, then call out that he would fetch a ladder.
Another cried, "There will not be time!" This tall, burly neighbor-leaned against the wall while eager hands helped a lighter man to climb onto his shoulders. As the heat behind Jacky grew intense, the fellow stood upright, stretched his arms, and plucked the boy out of the window. At that moment the roof fell in, "but it fell inward, or we had all been crushed at once."
They carried Jacky to the house where the family had taken refuge. Apparently Hetty, who was eleven, had been woken by a piece of burning thatch and had given the alarm. Their father, the rector of Epworth, had run to the room where his wife slept apart because she was ill and pregnant. She woke their eldest daughter, and they dashed through the flames to safety.
Then the rector rushed upstairs to the nursery. The maid seized baby Charles and ordered the others to follow, but no one noticed that Jacky lay fast asleep through the uproar. When the rector realized the child was missing, he tried to get up the stairs again, but they were on fire and would not bear his weight. In agony of mind he knelt in the hall and commended John Wesley's soul to God.
But here was Jacky safe and sound, "a brand plucked out of the burning." The Reverend Samuel Wesley, his house in ashes, his books and writings gone, cried out in joy: "Come, neighbors! Let us kneel down! Let us give thanks to God! He has given me all eight children. Let the house go. I am rich enough!"
Had that peasant not found the courage and strength to move close to the heat, becoming a human ladder to lift another up who would snatch a young lad from a burning window ... well, the world might never have seen the great Methodist awakening that John Wesley spearheaded. No doubt that image led to the conversion of many listeners as he retold the story; they came to see themselves in the same danger as little Jacky, except for them it was the inferno of hell. And I assume that peasant surely got a shock when he entered heaven and discovered how many souls were present as a result of his "just a minute" moment.
Sometimes the rescue takes place before the child is even born. I have become convinced that the womb is in fact the most dangerous place on earth to be a child. Sometimes the risk is because of poverty. Sadly sometimes it is merely "inconvenience" that ends a life. In the following case, the endangered child has become a great hero of mine.
HIS PARENTS MARRIED during the Great Depression. Two children quickly arrived—and then, to their dismay, the young couple discovered they were pregnant with a third child before their fourth anniversary. Those were painfully tough financial times, and another child certainly wasn't in their plan.
But ... against all logic they became convinced God had planned this child for them. They chose to have the baby, yet another one—this time a boy. And their son now writes, "I'm so grateful they did.... Our family came to know a joy in family life that we otherwise would never have known." Today, all three of those children are in Christian service. And as the noted preacher and author Chuck Swindoll says, "Because they thought those unselfish thoughts many years ago, I'm able to write these things today."
This would come as no surprise to Chuck Swindoll, but if ever you wonder if God loves little children, notice His accounts of rescues in the nick of time. The Bible records at least three of them.
1. A priest's wife named Jehosheba, truly an unsung hero, snuck into the royal palace and snatched her infant nephew Joash away to safety. Otherwise his wicked grandmother, Queen Athaliah, would have killed him along with all his brothers. Seven years later, Joash was named king and went on to reign for four decades. Really—read it in 2 Kings 11.
2. We don't even know the name of the nurse who swept up Prince Jonathan's little son Mephibosheth into her arms and fled as the royal house of King Saul was crashing to pieces all around him. In her haste, she tragically dropped the child, crippling him for life. But she could so easily in that panicked moment have saved her own neck and left him, just one more to be slaughtered. She didn't. Later as an adult, he was brought to the palace of King David to live the rest of his life in comfort, as a show of David's great love for Mephibosheth's father. This story appears in 2 Samuel 4:4 ... you can't make this stuff up!
3. Finally, there's the great prophet Elijah, who in 1 Kings 17:17–23 wouldn't give up his vigil to bring back to life the dead son of a grieving widow who had been kind to him for a long time. Elijah, no newcomer to miracles, was disappointed that God didn't answer his fervent prayer. But he refused to stop praying for the boy, even though God didn't seem to be listening. He prayed not once, not twice, but three times, and would have prayed more if God had not then intervened and raised the boy to life. (I guess it sometimes takes more than "just a minute.")
Unknown but Not Forgotten
Sometimes the act of kindness we do for a child, though it takes just a minute, can reverberate for a lifetime. Like the ripples from a pebble tossed into a pond, we may never know how far our action spreads or where it finally comes to rest.
One of our Compassion International staff members in Colorado Springs has a wonderful teenage son. Christopher Dana was a model student, an athlete, and a godly young man. He had a minor curvature of his spine that required a fairly basic surgery to straighten things out as he was finishing up the development of his strong, growing body.
But something that morning in the operation went horribly wrong. In a matter of just minutes, Christopher was left paralyzed. Brokenhearted, I visited him in the hospital. Oh, Lord, what do I possibly say to him? I moaned as I entered the room.
I tried to say the right things that day, and then I prayed with him. Leaving, I wasn't sure I had been much help.
Months passed, and Christopher entered therapy. All of us at Compassion prayed daily for him and his overwhelmed family. In time I started hearing good reports from Sean and Michelle, his courageous parents.
One day, my assistant Angie came into my office, tears in her eyes. "I think you should come see this," she said quietly.
Out in the lobby sat Christopher in his wheelchair. As I approached him, he painfully stood to his feet! His father said, "Christopher has been working for many months with this one goal. He's wanted to come here and show you his ability to walk 200 feet—into your office." They had measured it off with tape on the floor.
Excerpted from Just a Minute by Wess Stafford, Dean Merrill, Elizabeth Cody Newenhuyse. Copyright © 2012 Compassion International, Inc.. Excerpted by permission of Moody Publishers.
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Posted July 23, 2013
Just A Minute is a compilation of stories demonstrating the power a minute of interaction can have in the life of a child. Wess Stafford is the President and CEO of Compassion International and has had years of opportunities to gather stories from children and adults sharing their significant minute. Interspersed with the stories, Stafford offers biblical perspectives on the importance of looking out for those small opportunities to minister to children. Stafford encourages all adults to take just a minute, not just parents and teachers.
This is an excellent, amazing book. It is emotional and meaningful with stories that will make you cry. I loved it! In the conclusion, Stafford encourage readers to remember their own meaningful minutes, examine ourselves, forgive, and then look for opportunities to make a difference in the life of a child in just a minute. As a teacher, I am aware of my importance in the lives of my students and pray for all of my students. This school year I will be on the lookout for opportunities to give a minute.
I highly recommend this book for everyone. Even people with no children interact with children in public. This book is a light, engaging, quick read that leaves you wanting to be that person to make a difference in the life of a child.
Thank you to Moody Publishers for providing me with a copy of this book for review purposes. All opinions are my own.
Posted June 21, 2013
A great thought provoking book reminding us of the power of our words to young children. Keeps me intentional in my interactons with grandchildren and others. They really are pieces of clay being molded and for the sake of the next generation, I want to help produce positive, healthy, contributing members of this planet!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 12, 2012
Posted April 29, 2012
Inspirational minutes from famous, infamous and everyday children's lives
Wess Stafford is President and CEO of Compassion International, and obviously has a heart for children all over the world. His premise in Just a Minute is quickly revealed as he tells the stories of young people influenced to change or even saved from certain death by somebody else’s just-a-minute action. Each time we interact with a child, we have the potential to create or destroy something within that child. And every minute counts.
The stories are short and nicely collected into sections focusing on children’s self-worth, faith, health, dreams for the future and more. Voices from distant parts of the world add their tales, and each short piece is an inspiration to read. I probably don’t agree with all the implications suggested by the author, but I certainly agree that these uplifting tales should encourage readers and remind them, those tiny interactions and small lives count.
Cruel and kind responses to an accidental spill send the infamous Tito one way and another young man blazing a trail into religious broadcasting. Hitler was influenced by his father's cruel mockery. And, like it or not, each of us influences every child we meet. At times I found myself wondering about those occasions when I’ve said the wrong thing, reacted the wrong way, and caused accidental hurt to my children. This, I suppose, is the place where Just a Minute disturbs me. I remember my mother taking me aside when I was a new and terrified mum. “You don’t have to be perfect,” she told me. “Just be good enough. Do your best, accept your mistakes, and trust God for the rest.” In all those just-a-minutes I’ve spent with my kids, I know and regret many mistakes. I did my best. I wasn’t perfect. But my kids are great and I praise God for them.
Each minute counts. Each child matters. And these stories are truly inspiring. But the greatest parent is the one who makes no mistakes. I'm trusting Him to fix the outcomes of my broken minutes, even as I go forward doing my best.
Disclosure: A friend at church loaned me this book.
Posted February 26, 2012
Wess Stafford experienced some of the cruelest physical and psychological abuse when he was a young man. People he should have been able to trust to act within his best interests took advantage of that childlike trust. Now, close your eyes and fast forward to the future. How do you imagine this man turned out? Based on your knowledge of cause and effect and your experience with children who are mistreated at a young age, what do you think has become of this man’s life?
Wess Stafford is the President and CEO of Compassion International. Perhaps you’ve heard of it; Compassion International is one of the largest sponsor organizations for impoverished children. Stafford himself would attest that the events of one’s past often influence one’s future. Life is made up of countless “minutes,” and not just those lasting for sixty Mississippis, but a brief period of influence. Those brief periods can influence a life that may have plummeted into despair and turn them around, inspiring a young man or woman at an early age to do the same for others. Conversely, those “minutes” can be used to bring irreparable harm to a young life, causing it to follow in that direction forever.
In Stafford’s new book, Just a Minute, he, with the help of Dean Merrill, takes readers through a storybook full of lives that were shaped by the influence of others. The book reads reminiscent of a “Chicken Soup” book, a treasury of “minutes” in story form, weaving through stories of lives of which you and I may not be familiar and those with which we are very familiar such as Adolf Hitler, whose “minute” (you can imagine) was not so pleasant, and didn’t result in anything worth emulating.
In the first few paragraphs of his book, Stafford explains why such a book is so important. When Stafford travels and speaks to crowds on the “minutes” that changed who they are today and why it’s so important to invest in the lives of children, everyone listening remembers a moment in time, a talk, a pat on the back, an encouraging word, or a discouraging word that had a very vital effect on the person they’ve become.
We live in a world that seems to wage war on childhood. Child-killing has been legalized and labeled “abortion,” as if life is something where, at the last moment, one can pull the eject button and fly out of the cockpit, saving oneself from the wreckage below. People are on the local news being hauled off to court on child porn charges every day. Men and women go to jail for child abuse. Prominent figures rest in the safety net of their influence while leaving countless young lives destroyed forever. Those are the “minutes” that should not be. But they happen. This is why Just a Minute is, indeed, vitally important.
Stafford encourages readers to make a minute worthwhile in the life of a child, just like someone may have for them. And if the reader has never had a “minute” invested in himself or herself, he or she should look back on what they wished for and not cheat another life out of what had been neglected him or her. Children grow up to be adults and here we are now, with a choice. What kind of minute will we leave?
Thanks to Christine of TheDeMossGroup for the copy to review!
Posted February 20, 2012
You can quickly change someone's life
Just A Minute
In the Heart of a Child, One Moment. . .Can Last Forever
©2012 Compassion International, Inc.
209 pp. plus a ‘thank you’ and notes (Hdbk.)
Do you like stories about people? (Who doesn’t?) This book contains short true-life stories, most of which will make you smile. For some, have tissues handy because you’ll need to wipe away tears. A few relate difficult moments that discouraged someone or turned their life toward evil.
The author especially writes about how an unplanned minute or two can change the life of a child. The book will convince you that no matter who you are or how old or young, you can do many small things to make the world (and other people) better. You can do things that the folks you interact with will never forget. You may forget those little things you did, but you’ll have impacted lives in major ways.
Stafford points out how important children are to Jesus and how angry God is when someone harms a child. God loves every child in a special way.
The author, a Caucasian, grew up in a small African village and has spent his adult life rescuing hurting, poverty-stricken children. He travels worldwide, speaking, promoting his several books and his work with Compassion, International.
Posted January 4, 2012
Life can change in an instant. Some folks say that while waiting for the other shoe to drop, or in response to unforeseen circumstances. But this book challenges readers to be intentional about creating those moments, where you can with a word, touch or deed, change someone else¿s life for the better.
In this inspiring book, Compassion International President and CEO Wess Stafford strings together poignant stories like beads. Perhaps the most beautiful and heart-wrenching of the tales he tells is his own¿sufferings that might have made another man bitter have made Stafford compassionate, yet a warrior for justice, especially when it comes to children.
He asks the searching question: ¿Who believed in you before you believed in yourself?¿ Remembering moments when someone encouraged us or believed in us, Stafford writes, should inspire us to do the same for someone else¿especially a child.
There are no chance encounters, Stafford writes, noting that ¿if God stands a child before you, for even just a minute, it is a divine appointment.¿ A small word or deed of encouragement to a child might change the trajectory of their life, he argues, telling ¿key childhood moments¿ stories of famous people from John Wesley to Albert Einstein. He also shares some beautiful moments where he found himself at a ¿divine appointment.¿ (He shares one of the best stories from the book in a video posted on the book's JustAMinute site, which is definitely worth "just a minute" of your time).
Stafford¿s message is simple: it only takes a moment to show love and compassion to a child, and that moment might be a significant one¿perhaps changing a child¿s destiny. He encourages readers to look for opportunities to change a life in ¿just a minute¿ of their time.