09/02/2011 by Sarah Ritchie
The lines and fingerprints tell me the person is one-of-a-kind…unique.
You cannot tell the person’s race or skin colour. You cannot tell if they are rich, or poor; male or female. All you see is an impression made by a child.
I look at that hand print and my heart melts. It was given to us as a gift, this past Christmas, from a World Vision child whom we sponsor in Mali, Western Africa.
This child lives in a rural village – which exists on subsistence farming – in a landlocked country of 14 million people. She and her family live in a mud hut with a thatched roof. She is 10 years old and has never attended school.
From her hand print, you would never know all that. That little print could quite easily have belonged to your own child. I looked at that sweet gift and realised that Djeneba Nango of Mali is just like me. Same anatomy. Same ability to hope and dream. Same emotions. Same potential. She was just born in a different time and place and affected by different external circumstances.
This tiny hand print gave me a wake-up call, and reminded me that we are all God’s children. Equally loved and equally special.