“Please, take all that I own, relieve my child of pain and make her well again,” begged the wealthy, young father. He proudly stood in his home of thick sand-colored stucco, trying to comfort his sleep deprived wife. Windows of bubbled glass cast shadows that danced in the light of the lamp. Soon, soulful sounds of a wistful song were sung by a brilliant yellow canary. Hanging high above the dusty windowsill was a hand-built wicker cage where the tiny bird fluttered and flit and flew.
“I’ll do all that I can” answered the wise doctor, who tenderly gazed upon his gravely ill patient. “In the end, however, it is God’s decision. And, I’ve come to understand that He has no need for material things.”
Let us Pray