Child labour is a huge issue in our country, as well as many others. It is the right of each child to have a childhood, to be able to play, to eat, to laugh, to talk and to live. This poem speaks of one child among the thousand who life as slaves. Child workers are cheep, they do not demand, they are too afraid to talk. But that gives no one the right to abuse or take away rights that are thiers from birth.

Have you employed a child this day? If you have, remember, you were a child once too. If you were in this situation what would you think, feel, what would you do? Do not rob a child of thier childhood, of thier innocence. Love them and care for them, they are not your slave, but just a smaller YOU.

There are many children who don’t have fathers or mothers. There will be many who spend this Christmas alone. Lets share this Christmas with these children. Let’s go atleast to one home or orphanage where there are needy children and share the joy of Christmas with them. Will you take this challenge. I hope you will. Last Tuesday, I along with some of our Sunday School Teachers had a Christmas party with around 20 girls from 2 orphanages. The children's ages ranged from around 7 - 16. This was truly a blessed time for all of us. We had a puppet show for the children. We played with them, sang songs with them. It was an awesome day. Some of these children have parents. But they cannot look after them, due to financial reasons and also at times because they just don’t want to. Then there are those who don’t have anyone as well. Sharing that day with the children has deeply impacted me and also 3 of my friends. (we are all teachers at our Sunday School and we teach little ones between the years of 2 1/2 - 3) We have decided to do this on a more frequent basis, to go and share time with these little ones. We have decided to take time may be once or twice a quarter to go to both the homes and spend time with them.

I hope this Christmas you would do the same. Share it with another. You can share it with children or even with the elderly, who don’t have any one, who are in homes. Whoever it may be, share it with someone.

God Bless you all.

We are called to forgive aren’t we? But how many of us actually forgive and forget about it? Don't we forgive, but still remember the wrong that was done against us? I think of times like the fictional story that I have written below, and I wonder how one would forgive if that happened to them. Would I forgive, if I was in that situation? I don’t know to be honest. I know I would ask for one thing. That is the strength to be able to not only forgive but also forget, completely and move on.