I'm here to tell you my life story, one that is probably very different from yours...
First of all I want to tell you that God is a good Father and takes care of all this children: rich and poor, from every race and nation, no matter what colour or language. Then...
I want to let you know that God is good and He is always close to us, everywhere, even when we forget about Him. He's close to those who are having a good time, those who are in tears, and those who suffer...
He knows that sometimes we don't treat each other like brothers and sisters should, and that's why the world around us is not as lovely as it should be.
And so, I'm going to tell you my story, today, so that you can learn how to be more generous, be able to discover the beauty and goodness that is all around you, in the people you meet, in your friends and in everything that surrounds you.
Then together, you will be able to build a better world for those you will tell your story to...
First of all I want to tell you that God is a good Father and takes care of all this children: rich and poor, from every race and nation, no matter what colour or language. Then...
I want to let you know that God is good and He is always close to us, everywhere, even when we forget about Him. He's close to those who are having a good time, those who are in tears, and those who suffer...
He knows that sometimes we don't treat each other like brothers and sisters should, and that's why the world around us is not as lovely as it should be.
And so, I'm going to tell you my story, today, so that you can learn how to be more generous, be able to discover the beauty and goodness that is all around you, in the people you meet, in your friends and in everything that surrounds you.
Then together, you will be able to build a better world for those you will tell your story to...
Our story begins in a village in Sudan in 1876. In a pretty round hut, with a thatched roof, looking like an umbrella, there lived the happy family of a well-to-do man, brother of the village chief. There were three fine boys, a married daughter with a small baby of seven months, and twin girls, about seven years old.
One hot afternoon, everybody went to work in the fields, except one of the twins, Bakhita, and her married sister.
Little Bakhita scampered about, prattling away, happy as a lark, while her sister was busy pounding grain.Peace and serenity reigned in the village...
I can still see the men and women working and singing in the fields, while children splashed about in the river, the same river where we brought the animals to drink...so much running around, so many games, such laughter! To continue go to:http://www.catholic-church.org/canossians-sg/intropage.htm
One hot afternoon, everybody went to work in the fields, except one of the twins, Bakhita, and her married sister.
Little Bakhita scampered about, prattling away, happy as a lark, while her sister was busy pounding grain.Peace and serenity reigned in the village...
I can still see the men and women working and singing in the fields, while children splashed about in the river, the same river where we brought the animals to drink...so much running around, so many games, such laughter! To continue go to:http://www.catholic-church.org/canossians-sg/intropage.htm
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