I had a stunning encounter with a prudent child at Loyola Primary School, my Saturday social ministry place. He opened his Pandora’s box of questions and posed a perplexing yet remarkable one: “Who came first, the hen or the chicken?” I remained bewildered and flabbergasted for a few seconds. Another companion who had come along with me bravely answered him with a counter-question: “Who was born first, you or your parents?” The student, with a broad smile, responded, “I’m the child of my parents, so they were born first.” “So did the hen,” replied my companion.
Truly, it’s a great thing to spend time and enjoy with children. Their innocent and kind nature always attracts me and, at times, makes me petrified. However, the rising brutality and violence against these young children is a cause for concern. People think that these children don’t have much value and are thus often neglected. This is not the story of this century alone, but this evil has existed even since the time of Jesus. A very famous passage in the Bible can indeed prove this. When some people brought their little ones to Jesus, the disciples of Jesus objected to them meeting Him (Luke 18:15-17). But Jesus rebuked His disciples and allowed the children to meet Him. He embraced the little ones and blessed them.
Oswin Fernandes, NSJ
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