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HERE TODAY AROUND THE FIRE I WILL TELL A STORY
SENT TO ME BY MY OLDEST SON. AS I READ THIS
STORY TEARS CAME RUNNING DOWN MY
FACE For I REMEMBERED FROM WHEN I was
A YOUNG CHILD TO THIS VERY DAY MANYJUDGE
ME BECAUSE I LIVE IN A LARGE BODY and THEY
DON`T SEE MY INNER BEAUTY OR MY HEART OR SOUL
I AM NOT ANGRY TOWARD THESE PEOPLE .
BUT I PRAY FOR THEM TO THE GREAT CREATOR
TO LET THEM HEAR MY PRAYERS AND TO THANK
THE CREATOR IN GIVING ME THE WISDOM TO KNOW WE
ARE NOT ALL CREATED THE SAME... ONLY EQUAL
MY PRAYER
OH GREAT CREATOR GRANT ME THE WISDOM
AND OPEN MY TRUE EYES SO THAT I`LL NEVER
JUDGE ANY HUMAN TILL I HAVE WALKED
IN THIER MOCCASINS AND THAT NO MATTER
WHAT ONE WEARS ,WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE OR
WHAT THE COLOUR OF THIER SKIN IS , NEVER
ALLOW ME TO JUDGE ANYONE BY THE WAY
THEY LOOK ,FOR WE ARE ALL EQUAL HERE
ON MOTHER EARTH,
WE ARE ALL YOUR CHILDREN
A
BABY'S HUG
We were the only family with children in
the restaurant. I sat Erik in a
high chair and noticed everyone was
quietly
eating and talking.
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said,
"Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the high
chair tray. His eyes we crinkled in laughter and
his mouth was baredin a toothless grin, as he
wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of
his merriment. It was a man whose pants
were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and
his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt
was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed.
His whiskers were too short to be called
a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked
like a road map. We were too far from him to smell,
but I was sure he smelled. His hands
waved and flapped on loose wrists.
"Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya,
buster," the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks,"What
do we do?" Erik continued to
laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there."
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked
at us and then at the man.
The old geezer was creating a nuisance with
my beautiful baby. Our meal
came and the man began shouting from across
the room, "Do ya patty cake?
Do you know peek-a- boo?
Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."
Nobody thought the old man was cute.
He was obviously drunk. My
husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in
silence; all except for Erik, who was
running through his repertoire for the admiring
skidrow bum, who in turn,
reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed
for the door. My husband went
to pay the check and told me to meet him in the
parking lot. The old man sat
poised between me and the door. "Lord, just
let me out of here before he
speaks to me or Erik," I prayed.
As I drew closer to the man, I turned
my back trying to sidestep him
and avoid any air he might be breathing. As
I
did, Erik leaned over my
arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "
pick-me-up" position. Before I
could stop him, Erik had propelled himself
from my arms to the man's.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young
baby consummated their
love relationship. Erik in an act of total trust,
love, and submission laid
his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The
man's eyes closed, and I
saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged
hands full of grime, pain,
and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked h
is
back. No two beings
have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I
stood awestruck.
The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms
and his eyes opened
and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding
voice,
"You take care
of this baby." Somehow I managed, "I will," from
a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly,
longingly, as though he were in pain.
I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless
you,
ma'am, you've given me
my
Christmas gift."
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My
husband
was wondering why I
was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why
I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown
through
the innocence of a tiny
child who saw no sin, who made no judgment;
a
child who saw a soul, and a
mother
who saw a suit of clothes.
I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child
who
was not. I felt it
was God asking, "Are you willing to share your
son
for a moment?" when He
shared
His for all eternity.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me,
"To
enter the
Kingdom of God, we must become as little children
Oh great Spirit Whose voice I hear in the
winds Hear me,for I am young, small and weak.
I
need your strength and wisdom.
I seek strength oh great One. Not to be superior
to
my brothers or sisters
But to conquer my greatest enemy, Myself.
For If my foot slips I can regain my balance,
but if my tongue slips i cannot recall my words
the creator of this story is unknown if
anyone should know who the creator is
please email so i can give full credit
Please come back and enjoy the warmth
of my fire and share another story
Ogen'akwa Okwa're. Golden Bear aka Bill
