A kiss

I was walking down a muddy path to join a refugee church worship service in the camp this morning. This woman called to me.

“Are you a Christian?”


She motioned me to come to her. She whispered something into her baby’s ear and told me to take his hand.

When I did, the baby took my hand and gave it a gentle kiss.

The woman broke into a big smile.

My heart melted.

-Tom Albinson

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