"A friend of mine was at Disney World some time back. He and his family sought a place to rest in CInderella's castle. Unfortunately, so did everyone else. The place was packed with kids and parents. Suddenly all the children rushed to one side. Had it been a boat, the castle would have tipped over. Cinderella had entered.
Cinderella. The pristine princess. A gorgeous young girl with each hair in place, flawless skin, and a beaming smile. She stood waist-deep in a garden of kids, each wanting to touch and be touched.
The other side of the castle was now vacant except for a boy maybe seven or eight years old. His age was hard to determine because of the disfigurement of his body. Dwarfed in height, face deformed, he stood watching quietly and wistfully holding the hand of an older brother.
Don't you know what he wanted? He wanted to be with the children. He longed to be in the middle of the kids reaching for Cinderella, calling her name. But can't you feel his fear, fear of yet another rejection? Fear of being taunted again, mocked again?
Don't you wish Cinderella would go to him? Guess what? She did!
She noticed the little boy. She immediately began walking in his direction. Politely but firmly inching through the crowd of children, she finally broke free. She walked quickly across the floor, knelt at eye level with the stunned little boy, and placed a kiss on his face."
Did you feel it? Did you gasp? Did a tear drop from your eye? I'm all choked up again just from the re-reading and sharing it here. Powerful this thing called compassion. Even more powerful this love.....such love as this.
Well...... That's just what Jesus does. He walks up to us and kisses our face....in whatever shape it may be in. It does not matter to Him because He sees us just as He make us.....beautiful.
....giving voice to those with none....