I think that God has a design for everything and everyone. Who dares question God’s design for humanity? Who are they that judge others because they are different and even what to hurt those that are different than the general run of the bunch. Love is love and those that hate are simply just as God designed them, and for those that love all humanity, must endure their self-afflicted hate and help them to see the light of God. God does not see color, race, beauty, mixed-genre, or affliction. He designs by reason alone. It is for us to learn acceptance of our differences and more, he wants us to love each other just as we are, warts and all. That is what make us more like him in his image. Just love.
Originally posted on Purplerays: ? ? A true friend is not like the rain, which pours and goes away. A true friend is like the air, sometimes silent but always around you. ? ? ? ? Text & image credit: Cynthia Davies https://web.facebook.com/cynthiadavies1976
via A true friend . . . — The Militant Negro™
At this time of year, I think of The Little Match Girl fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen. “It was terribly cold. It had snowed that day and it was almost dark”, begins the story of The Little Match Girl who carried with her a little box of matches to sell, but no passerby had stopped to give her even a penny as she walked along, hoping for someone to buy her matches for a penny, but no one even glanced her way.
The Little Match Girl was so terribly cold and her thin little body ached with the cold. She had no coat or shoes. Her old hand-me-down sweater was soaked through from the snow that had fallen earlier in the day. She shivered uncontrollably as the snow started falling again. She saw a place between two houses where she could sit down and look across the street.
There she saw warm yellow lights from windows. She thought she could even smell the holiday goose that was headed for the dining table. She was so weak from the freezing cold and so hungry she could no longer stand again, so she took one of the matches and lit it and she began to feel warm and then she lit another one. She knew she dared not go home, her father would beat her.
She began to dream of her grandmother and lit another match, but this time all the matches came aflame. To her it was like heaven with the sky ablaze and she saw her beloved grandmother as she watched as a star fall from the sky. She remembered what her grandmother told her, when a star falls a soul goes to heaven. “Take me with you Grandmother” she cried, and her grandmother picked her up and flew to heaven with the tiny Match Girl in her arms. The next morning, the little Match Girl was found frozen to death on the street corner where no one had stopped to give her even a penny.
This is more than a fairy tale, it is real because around the world there are many little Match Girls and Boys and they are dying for want of a little kindness from those of us who have shoes, warm coats and Christmas dinner waiting.