Walking Through the Snow
Why do people enjoy violence? Why is death and killing so common in our lives?
Why do people cuss? Why do people destroy? Why do people hurt?
No one is born a murderer. No one is born wishing he would die. No one is born without Hope.
One day a girl lost her Pikachu as she was walking home. Apparently the two were separated by the snowstorm and only when she reached her house did she notice him missing.
Her parents comforted her and told her to wait for him, knowing that it would be too dangerous for her to leave the house and look for him. As the night rose, they tucked her in bed and turned off the lights.
But the girl could not be comforted, could not be soothed. As the wind howled outside, she knew that she had to look. Quietly she snuck out of bed and slipped on her boots. Without a sound, the pajama-clad girl dashed into the snow.
The girl trudged miles through the snow, searching and searching, yet not finding. Perhaps reason would have convinced her to turn around. Perhaps society would have shown her the error in her risks.
But she, determined and hopeful, continued to look, continued to search.
In the end she was rewarded. She found that lost Pikachu, the lost sibling, the lost friend. She brought him home and covered him with blankets so he could find warmth again. The warmth of heat, the warmth of love.
Perhaps the greatest test of our lives is not as adults, but as children. We should be like the girl, walking through the snow, trying to find our Hope.
"We love Him because He first loved us." 1 John 4:19
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Last edited by HKim; 03-04-2006 at 09:19 AM.