Take care of all children
Several years ago, while living in Patzcuaro, Mexico, several times I was asked to take a couple of children to America when I returned. The girls were 10 and 12 years old. Sadly, I was not able to do this, but I wonder constantly if they ever reached their destination safely.
And now I am remembering a song I learned many years ago at my church in England, where one of the songs now catches my attention. It goes: “Jesus died for all the children, all the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in his sight. Jesus died for all the children of the world.”
Let us take care of each one of them.