During a war zone conflict a reporter saw a little girl get shot by a sniper. The reporter threw down his pad and pencil, and stopped being a reporter for a few minutes. He rushed to the man who was holding the child, and helped them both into his car.
As the reporter stepped on the accelerator, racing to the hospital, the man holding the bleeding child said, “Hurry, my friend, my child is still alive.”
A moment or two later, “Hurry, my friend, my child is still breathing.” A moment later, “Hurry, my friend, my child is still warm.” Finally, “Hurry. Oh, God, my child is getting cold.”
When they got to the hospital, the little girl was dead. As the two men were in the lavatory, washing the blood off their hands and their clothes, the man turned to the reporter and said, “This is a terrible task for me. I must go tell her father that his child is dead. He will be heartbroken.”
The reporter was amazed. He looked at the grieving man and said, “I thought she was your child.”
The man looked back and said, “NO, BUT AREN’T THEY ALL OUR CHILDREN?”
Yes, they are all our children. They are also God’s children as well, and God has entrusted us with their care in Kyiv, Gaza, Chicago, Miami, New York and Los Angeles.
Thanks to Jim Wallis for sharing. Thanks to Guduru Ajay Bhargav for the photo
When I see the plight that children are going through on our southern border, in Gaza and Ukraine, I see the horror of what they are going through and I forget that they are GOD’S children and MY children as well. How about YOU?
DEAR GOD, HELP ME TO PUT ASIDE THE THINGS THAT ARE BREAKING MY HEART TO PRAY ABOUT THINGS THAT BREAK YOURS!
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