You need a sign. What better one could I give than to make this little one whole and new? I could do it, but I will not. I am the Lord and not a conjuror.
I gave this mite a gift I denied to all of you -- eternal innocence. To you he looks imperfect -- but to Me he is flawless, like the bud that dies unopened or the fledgling that falls from the nest to be devoured by the ants. He will never offend Me, as all of you have done. He will never pervert or destroy the work of My Father's hands.
He is necessary to you. He will evoke the kindness that will keep you human. His infirmity will prompt you to gratitude for your own good fortune... More!
He will remind you every day that I am who I am, that My ways are not yours, and that the smallest dust mite whirled in darkest space does not fall out of My hand... I have chosen YOU. You have not chosen Me. This little one is My sign to you.
Treasure Him.
adapted from "The Clowns of God" by Morris West
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