Let the little children come to me.
A fictional story pictures an architect gazing with pride at his magnificent new cathedral.
Then his eye is drawn to a scrawny waif at his elbow. Abused? Abandoned? Homeless?
If he had to make a choice to save the cathedral or the little girl, he muses, which would it be? The little girl.
“Some of his disciples were remarking about how the temple was adorned with beautiful stones . . . But Jesus said . . . ‘the time will come when not one stone will be left on another; every one of them will be thrown down’”(Lk. 21:5, 6).
“Jesus called the children to him and said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them.’”
The cathedral or the little girl? The little girl.
Things don’t have feelings; people do.
Things aren’t God’s children; people are.