Today, reflecting on a day spent with "little ones" I thought about what had happened upon the day, and looked at the photos that one of them had taken after I lent my camera to her and was moved by the images she brought back to me. This was not one of them. However, it led me to compose this paryer...
Lord Jesus, born today would you come as one of these children of Honduras? Born not in a stable but on a crowded favella hillside called "Fuerzas Unidas" (United Powers)?Looking for longed for liberator that you would be taught would one day come? Exposed to the tempation that you could be drawn into drug and gangs by your early teens?
From far away wise men and women would bring their gifts, take your photo and go back to their home by another way. Your friends would be your neighbours and they would share your pains about an unjust world. Many would follow your way of peace, love and the care of the other. The alliance of the police with the criminal would surely put you to death and think that they had dealt with you. Some would even abandon you because they were made an offer they could not refuse. But your mother is Maria a woman of Honduras, who tenderly washes away the marks of rifle and machete and fist. Laid away what you are is born again in the hearts and minds of many. You transform the world and give hope to all, please keep alive this hope in these "your little ones"
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