An ancient Roman house. A woman guest showed her jewellery, the finest in existence at that period. Cornelia kept her in talk until her children came home from school, and then said: "These are my jewels." She knew what was precious.
Children are precious. Each child is unique with a life and soul of its own. How sad that unborn babies can be disposed of, children can be abandoned or bullied, abused and killed, often by those who should have given them love and protection.
Jes
us said: "Let the little children come to me… for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these."
The Bible also says: "He called a little child and had him stand among them… unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven."
Some say Christmas is for children. The Christ of Christmas is for all. The Son of God became the Babe of Bethlehem. As a child he grew in wisdom and stature. As a man,
"He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood."
In the 19th century an English steamer was sailing for Quebec. There were hundreds of poor folk, emigrants from nearly every part of Europe.
An American minister proposed a singing service if something suitable could be started. The steerage-master said: "Try His Jewels".
The boat docked and as trains were being filled the song that had been learnt was swelling from carriage to carriage.
The last verse reads:
"Little children, little children,
Who love their Redeemer,
Are the jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own."
We are God's children when we trust in His Son as Saviour.
The full article contains 299 words and appears in Suffolk Free Press newspaper.
