I was in my room one afternoon when a thought came into my travelling mind: I wish I can remember what happened to me when my mum gave birth to me. I tried to imagine the things that happened to me on that day. Many were good, but sincerely, some were in fact horrible.
One of those things I imagined was how fragile I would be which will make people cherish and carry me with extra care. Everyone would want to carry the little boy and feel the latest work of the Almighty. Any slight sound from me would call for many attentions as all eyes were on me. Some would dance around me, some would just laugh and chat beside me. Kids would fix their gaze continuously on my face as if on it lies the latest playground.
Some more wonderful things that would happen to me then was that I would be the recipient of kisses from everyone: young and old. Some men would even throw me up. While all these are going on, the only thing I would see on my face is a smile.
For goodness`s sake, why would I be smiling when different kinds of hands: clean and dirty are carrying me, different types of mouths are kissing me and some strange men throwing me up like a dolly and am still smiling. I felt like walking right into the scene and give myself a dirty slap, but a thought stopped me.
The only reason why I was cherished, kissed thrown up and cared for was because they all considered me to be an innocent being. They knew that I don`t have any grudge against anyone of them and that made all of them free with me.
God wants us to retain our innocence even till a very old age. Jesus asked us to be like children whose mind are always!
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