God, that I could see through their eyes.
See into a world where poverty darkens door steps and death shrouds itself in misery. Where disease beckons with pain and agony.
See into a world where hope should be lost. Where salvation but a shadow, something that should never be caught.
See scrounging, salvaging, foraging through heaps of trash and debris as a means to supply my needs.
See slavery as the only option to rid a family of debt and financial turmoil.
For just one day, see this suffering that has marked them children of poverty from even before they began to form.
God, that I could see through Your eyes.
See a child, whose hair was numbered and days were ordered by You even before they were nestled warm in their mother’s womb.
Each child, made and formed in your perfect image, regardless of their status, regardless of their country of birth.
Each child, a blessing. Each life, a purpose, Each soul, created to worship You.
As you entreat your people to “welcome this child” on Your behalf.
God , that I could see through Your eyes.
As You watch Your children gather and remember and act upon the sacrifice that Your own Child experienced as He was betrayed, beaten, abandoned and crucified.