I still remember the words from a children’s song learned many, many years ago.
Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in his sight.
Jesus loves the little children
Of the world.
I remember teaching the song, too, as a fifteen-year-old corralling a group of ten to twelve preschoolers. Perhaps simplistic words, but they contain truth. Jesus loves all the children, all the people, of the world. He loves them, regardless of skin tone or what they have or have not done. He loves them, and he wants me to love them, too.
To be a better writer, be childlike. See the world with wonder and joy. Laugh. Be delighted by small things. Look for beauty and extraordinary in the ordinary: the shape of clouds, a woman and her “slightly” overweight bulldog, the routine of walking to the mailbox and back.
