December 6, 2011

My exuberant Basic 4 class crowded around me this morning, all 40 of them asking at once:

 “Are all humans equal?”

“Of course they are,” I say. 

“How, Madam?! It is not true.” My most indignant little one answers. I love her spirit. 

“Like this,” I tell her placing her hand in mine.  “You see your fingers and the dips between? Your fingers are your strengths and the dips your weak areas. I have strengths and weak areas, too, see,” I say, showing her our clasped hands. “You and I, and everyone else,” I turn to the group, “we were all created by God. He made us differently. But, yes, friends, we are all equal.”

“I am equal even with C?!” my same girl, still full of spunk and life, retorts.

“Exactly. And equal with me, too.”