A broken world

     Watching the children laugh and run and play, it occurs to me just how pure and innocent they were meant to be.  They were born this way, with no fault; but, they were born into a fallen world, one full of sin.  Some, from the time they took their first breath, were introduced to sin.  Each small child has their own set of scars, not ones that they committed, but ones that were given to them.

         Looking at the faces and smiles of the children, I sometimes forget that each child that I see everyday has a story; a past.  Why should this be?  Should children not be allowed to merely be children?

     This world is so dark and evil; but, the children are a light in the darkness.  Their futures are like a blank canvas, one to be shaped and molded.  The scars will never go away, but there has been redemption and healing through God.

     This is not the story of only Cambodian children; this is the story of many children all over the world.  A history filled with abuse and darkness.  Who will bring these children God, and hope, and a road to recovery, so they too can be healed from the evils of this world?