Eyes, so it is said, are the windows to the soul. Looking into the eyes of a child, one can discern sorrow, anger, mischief, but especially joy.
Today I stood before a group of children with eyes spilling over with life. They sang a song about Jesus being their hero as if they could barely contain their excitement. As they passed me on the veranda or the steps, I looked into their eyes to see a smile, as small fists reached to touch mine in a special greeting. How thankful I am for these precious children who are learning the truth from parents who are walking in the light.
Just days ago I sat in a small, dark house facing a group of folks who looked out of eyes that were completely void of life and hope. Usually I can look at a child in Global South and with a warm smile receive a smile in return. The children in that room didn’t even display a flicker of a response, even the littlest ones.
Two girls, about 6 and 8 years old, with neatly combed hair, wearing, no doubt, their best clothing to meet the white people from the USA, sat with their old woman at the end of the room. Our host had told us that both of their parents were dead. They were living with their grandmother, and she was desperately poor.
I smiled many times at them, but they looked at me with vacant eyes.
When we rose to leave, I motioned for them to follow me through the door. As they stood before me on the path outside, I cupped my hand under each chin and looked into what I hoped was a listening soul. My friend J translated as I told them they were beautiful. I told them that Jesus loves them and cares about them. They chattered back in their tongue, telling me their parents had died. Tears ran down their cheeks. I know, I said, and I am so sorry. Just remember, and keep it in your hearts, that Jesus loves you. I will pray for you. I touched each cheek and then had to climb into the waiting van. Would that I could give every child eyes shining with hope and joy. I have to leave these two in God’s hands.
Their dark eyes are etched into my memory.
my eyes are crying
I’m sure these 2 girls are not the only ones with empty eyes who have no hope. Praying that these wee ones will see Jesus in you.
By: guinever on July 31, 2011
at 1:50 am
Oh, Luana, God has given you such a gift of love for children. Thanks for using that gift and being the hands, smile and words of Jesus to these children…you are a 20 cow woman….love and prayers!
By: Debbie J. on July 31, 2011
at 3:08 am
Luana, You have written this experience so beautifully! I feel like I’m with you there. There are many children (even here in the U.S.) who are longing for that hope and joy. Help me to see into the children’s eyes that I have contact with! Love you and miss you!
Janice
By: Janice and Kerry on July 31, 2011
at 5:23 pm