We travelled to the village along narrow, winding, pitted roads, passing farmers working in the fields. The rolling hills and palm trees were set out in front of us, and the noises of the city faded the further we travelled. We arrived at the small school-house full of smiling children. Mothers sat and visited out front, waiting patiently while their children learned the abc’s and 123’s. They waited like this every day, their child’s education is worth the wait.
We made crafts, sang songs, told stories, searched for eggs {real ones, the hard boiled kind}, and shared treats. We laughed and made silly faces, and then sadly, we said good-bye. They set off for home, shielded from the tropical mid-day sun by their mothers umbrellas. We travelled home along the narrow, winding, pitted roads, passing farmers still working in the fields. The rolling hills and palm trees faded in the distance as we approached the hustle and bustle of the city.
“He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.”
Matthew 18:2-5
Cliff Jumping With The Schmidt's 