CHILDREN OF GOD

It is the Christmas season once again. I recline my chair back and wrap into my warm blanket. I slip into a
day dream. I am walking down cement stairs that seem to go forever. I was in the in the old
underground Seattle. As I walked past beggars and addicts, I saw some kids playing hopscotch. They
pretended not to see me as I walked past. I came across a very old man sitting on the side of the brick
road. He shouted to me as I passed. Are you lost? I replied no! As a matter of fact, you can help me. He
muttered ok I’ll try. Then I told him of my concerns of the homeless kids at Christmas time and how I
wanted to do my part so they would have a better Christmas. The old man replied, no need. You see
God sent an Angel down to direct the kids and to going door to door singing Christmas carols about ten
years ago. I started feeling better right away thinking the kids were being taken care of for Christmas. I
started to smile as I looked down at the old man. He had a tear rolling down his cheek as he said no it is
not like you think. Most people get offended and slam the door on them and awful things occur. I
replied, why let them do it. Then the old man stood and looked up into the darkness and said. All those
kids have do each year is get one family to listen to their Christmas carols and God protects the kids all
year long for this. Again, I replied why the tears. The old man replied. Because the end is near. Each year
it is getting worse and worse. Tonight, those kids were attacked, spit on, shoved down, and yelled at for
two hours before they found a family to listen to them. Hear me as I tell you God is judging us all by our
works with his children. Remember, all kids go to Heaven.

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Copyrights by Kirk Graves