On a little hill sat a little house. It was white and had a perfect yard. Inside the house the house everything was perfectly in place.
The family that lived there was Papa Joe, Mama Sara, and their ten year old son, John.
One day they heard a knock on the door and John was the first one to answer. At the door was a little girl of eight. Her cloths were worn and torn. She was dirty from head to toe. In a little voice she asked, "Can you spare a bit to eat?"
John looked at the girl and answered her, "No. You're not welcome here."
The little girl turned and walked away. John went back in and played with his toys.
Not long after, there was another knock at the door. This time it was Mama Sara who answered the door. This time it was an old woman. She looked at Mama Sara and asked, "Can you give me just a little glass of water?"
Mama Sara looked back at her and replied, "No. You're not welcome here."
They both went their ways. Mama Sara into her perfect house, the old woman down the desty road.
Not to long after that came a third knock on the door. It was Papa Joe who answered this time.
At the door stood a man no older then thirty three. On his hands he bore two holes formed from nails. On his head there was scares made by thorns. Quietly and getly the man with the nailed scared hands asked, "Will you let me into your heart to live?"
Papa Joe looked at the man and told him firmly, "No. Your not welcome here."
Papa Joe shut the door leaving the man outside. The man eyes filled with tears as he sadly turned his head. For the third time he was turn away.
Though the house on the top of the little hill looked perfect, it was really not. It was how it looked but the hearts that lived inside the not so perfect house.