~Life in a Building X or Y~

“I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.”

John 14:18

A large building with many windows and a grand playground in the back has for many years faced a small kindergarten across the street. Apart from their size, these two buildings had something far greater separating them. Behind the windows of the larger building wide eyes full of sadness, despair, and disappointment were peeking out. On the other side, spectators in the little building, out of their sheer curiosity, playfulness and laughter, would look outside just to check if the sun was setting down.

Although these two structures were sitting on the same street, they were two totally separate worlds. But both of those worlds held little kids, who played the same games, laughed at the same jokes, loved chocolate with the same spark in their eyes and made the same faces at “eat your green vegetables.” Most importantly there was a game, there was a joyous clamor. Didn’t you know that all the kids in this world are alike?

The structure with the view of kindergarten looks like a school. Only in this building kids are not taught math, history or geography, but to be their own parent. I think you already got the clue that the facility I'm talking about is an orphanage. This building holds kids who posses clothes, toys and rooms that are not their own. These things are not all that important, for what they miss to call their own is a parent and nothing more. And as you know orphans must share everything among themselves like brothers and sisters. So they share rooms, TVs, toys and food. Yet to share a care giver is the toughest one of all.
Children noticed there was some strange ritual - parents would come to the kindergarten, leave the little ones there and come again to take them back. But at the building across the street, “parents” would leave their kids and unfortunately forget they left them there. Although, these “parents” would not come back, orphans would have a great hope that mommy and daddy would remember to pick them up eventually. Well, their “parents” in comparison to other ones were just a little forgetful. Really, it was very confusing to remember in which building they left their kids - kindergarten or orphanage. Perhaps they are looking for their kids across the street right now and can't find them. So this is how “forgetful parents” lost their kids, only because they could not remember to look for them in the right building. Therefore, forgotten kids would look out the window at kindergarten, when the wall clock showed the little hand on four and the big hand on twelve, because that was the time when all the parents would come to find their kids.

So one lovely afternoon, while kids stood at the window waiting to see if someone was coming to get them, a blue eyed girl with tiny freckles on her nose and sunset color hair, exclaimed: "There's my mommy!" Then she sadly asked: "But why is my mommy holding that little girl? … Maybe she thinks it's me?" She looked outside for awhile, and then cried out: "Mommy, I'm here!"

But the little girl could not really know how her mom looked because she came to the orphanage when she was six months old. Still, she ran to her care giver jumping up and down, shouting: "I got a sister! I got a sister!”

“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.”

James 1:27