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During a prayer walk with my team, a little girl came up and held my hand for the next 3 miles. Here’s a little something about that time.

 

We connected

Sometimes with a squeeze of the hand

When I squeezed

She squeezed

If three times

That was reciprocated

The number I gave

She also gave

 

We connected

By making funny noises

 

We connected

by puffing our cheeks out

 

We connected

By making more weird noises

 

We connected

By walking with each other

 

Our language

 different

We connected

 

Our heritage

 different

We connected

 

Our continents

different

We connected

 

Our skin color

different

We connected

 

We held hands

We walked

Together

 

Worlds apart

Connecting

 

May we be those who see past differences

May we be those who invite all races

Invite all diversity

Invite all differences

 

The Master told His servants there was still more room at the table

And to gather more

to join the Lord’s table

May we be those servants