The Child
The
little child lay pitifully on the cold hard floor crying ceaselessly, and would
not be comforted.
Father and mother were fighting bitterly. She pushed him; he pushed back. It had come to blows. All the aunts and uncles had chimed in,
thousands of them: it was an old and very large family. Even some of the other children had joined in
the fight. Now some of the aunts and
uncles were so disgusted that they disowned the rest of the family. Others saw it as a means to further their
personal interests and betrayed the family for profit.
The little child lay pitifully on the cold hard floor crying
ceaselessly, and would not be comforted.
Most of the big people concluded that it was a temper tantrum, which was
only partially true: obviously, they concluded, the child was out of control
and needed to be punished.
It did not occur to any of the big people that they were out
of control. None of them realized that
when father, mother, aunts, and uncles stopped fighting and made peace that the
little child would stop crying.
The Roman Catholics and the Orthodox are fighting
bitterly. Arguments have come to
wars. All the Protestants have chimed
in. Even their descendents have joined
the fight. Century-old battles are
refought every day. Truth is trampled
underfoot. Now some of the Protestants are
so disgusted that they disown the rest of Christianity. Some parties have gone into the business of
approving sin, and have betrayed Jesus, Who bought them with His precious
blood.
The
little child lay pitifully on the cold hard floor crying ceaselessly, and would
not be comforted. Father and mother were
fighting bitterly.
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