( Stuffed animals, matchbox cars, dolls, trading cards )
We wanted a variety of all kinds, different shapes, sizes, colors, old or new’
Mom or grandma even gave them stitches and band-Aids. We took care of them with much love and care. When one of our cars needed fixing dad or grandpa was there to show us what to do, when wheels broke or color was rubbed off. Even our trading cards, we made sure not to bend them, we even had a place for each one and knew who or what they were and their backgrounds made them more unique.
Time spent sharing, showing and comparing with others was exciting. Each one was filled with memories and differences that only you could share. Some would even come from different places, some were gifts, others were found. Even traded, misfits of all kinds broken, abandon and even, forgot ones. that was the joy in having a collection.
Where has that compassion that unconditional love gone, which we had as children? All things were made for a purpose. To be cherished and loved, not thrown away because of differences and size or color. When were unkept and broken, would you want to be ignored, made fun of, put to shame or worst yet thrown away? Well think of all the different people of the world, like the childhood song “Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world. Red, yellow, black or white, they are all precious in his sight.” Those were the days to be proud of, and this is still true today.
“Unconditional Acceptance and Love”
We have somehow forgotten the words to this song, in the way we act and react to all the children of the world today. Where’s that childlike way we once had? Remember the misfits, in our favorite Christmas story Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer? They were dropped of in misfit land lonely and tearful because of looking different, some had mixed colors or even missing arms or legs, square instead of well balanced, noisy verses quiet. Sent away, no friends to love or care for them.
We are all needed by someone, or someone may need us, we need to share in that Love we once felt as a child. We are all a variety of Treasures in this world, formed by the Greatest Creator of all time. Our differences are what makes us so unique. Some may be broken, or abandon’ does this give reason to treat unjust? Where has all this affection, for others disappeared? Yes, think about the innocents of childhood. Recapture the forgotten past, Indulge yourself in memories.
He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.