Description

A Young man walked a long road, his mind clear as to the journey ahead. It was a journey that would take him many years, but he was not daunted, because he knew the way.

When he first set out, his mind was at peace, for he saw a loving mother with babe in arms, and children playing by the roadside. His heart filled with joy, because he knew that the perfect image of God was reflected in the hearts of new-borns and children happily at play. He was so moved by their laughter that he stayed a while, telling them stories, and teaching them fun games.

In the blink of an eye a few years went by before the young man resumed his journey. Quite a ways further up the road, he encountered a crowd of rowdy teens, one was relentlessly pulling a cat’s tail, another plucked the petals off of flowers – whiling away the hours with loves me, loves me not games. So much time had passed, and their characters had so changed, that the now mature man did not recognise the teens as those children whom he had admired at an earlier age. Under his breath he chastised them, considering them beyond help, and not even worth the effort to try to change.