A Foreign Language

Her parents just immigrated to America from India.  She was three years old, and didn’t know any English.  Now, a few months later, and being enrolled in a preschool she is learning a few words at a time.  But when one of her co-students said to her, “I don’t like you and I don’t want to play with you” the toddler simply smiled and used body language to invite her to swing with her on the tire.

When I heard this true story I realized the beauty of not being able to speak or understand the language of hate, or of racism.  To have the capacity to smile in the face of evil is a special gift.  I could learn from the little precious girl from India.

I think, no, I know Jesus had this special gift.  For when He was falsely accused, hated, spit upon, and betrayed He still managed to say, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

A worthy goal that will take lots of practice to perfect, but think of the message it sends to the one spouting toxic words.  A message of love. In any language!

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4 thoughts on “A Foreign Language

  1. Sometimes ignorance is truly bliss. I have had a couple of instances when someone aimed a mean comment at me, and either I wasn’t aware of what they meant, or I didn’t realize the crack was aimed at me. (I realized it later when they apologized.) I hope that precious little girl won over the heart of the girl who had been so cruel to her. Who knows? Maybe the Lord used this to convict her of the evil in her heart and to bring her to repentance and faith in Him.

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