Here is a redemption story. I was bought by God and I belong to him.
Little
story to tell you about a picture that was drawn today. A Chinese man
with a curly mustache sat cross-legged underneath his booth with the
Chinese characters hanging above his head that read: Xiao Xin Wang Huo,
which means “Watch out, fire king!”
He also had a cart that sat
not too far off. That was his business when he wasn’t juggling balls of
fire. And a little dog sat beside that cart of his. That dog was his
only family and his name was Qing.
He was a very good juggler but
could never attract much of a crowd because he was a rather poor man.
This man, however, was never downcast. He had a good sense of humour and
always knew how to laugh about the little things. He’s the kind of guy
who might be my friend if I knew him.
Hope found a home in this
man’s bosom. Joy rooted deep within him. Roses of peace grew up and out
from within him so that wherever he went he had a garden to share. He
made his friends smile.
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