Be a child

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All sages lived with childlike simplicity.

This little story points out our shortcoming:

 

CHILD-LIKE FAITH

 

The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay

wilting from thirst. People were anxious and irritable as they searched the

sky for any sign of relief. Days turned into arid weeks. No rain came.

 

The ministers of the local churches call for an hour of prayer on the town

square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring an object

of faith for inspiration.

 

At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en masse,

filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The ministers

were touched to see the variety of object clutched in prayerful handsholy

books, crosses, rosaries.

 

When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to fall.

Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high in

gratitude and praise.

>From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol seemed to overshadow all the

others. A small nine-year-old child had brought an umbrella.

 

 

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