When I was little, I wanted to be a storyteller.
Write stories for the world to read. But I never thought I could get even one person to read it (except my sister who is my forever fan!) so I wrote on bits of paper whenever inspiration flowed and tucked it away in some place where no one would find it. I stumbled upon a paper recently as I was cleaning up. This was probably written three years ago.
“One daaayyy” Kenny read aloud to his older brother, “A family had gone to Disneyland with their eight-year old boy, when suddenly all the kids got excited and started screaming. Cinderella was passing by! She was so beautiful. She was everything the fairy-tales told she was. Perfect hair. Perfect dress. Perfect skin. Sparkling eyes. She was magical.
All the kids wanted to speak to her and take photos with her. But the eight-year old boy just stood there watching the commotion. His face was disfigured since birth due to a medical condition. He was short, almost dwarf-like. He had no friends who wanted to hang out with him. He stood there quietly watching Cinderella. He wanted to be with the other kids standing next to the princess but he was too scared to go. The fear of being rejected and mocked kept him where he was. But Cinderella noticed this little boy. She left all the kids and walked toward his direction. She came to him, knelt down and planted a kiss on his face.”
‘Woahhh!’ Kenny exclaimed, ‘Why did Cinderella do that?! Cinderella is so cool!’.
‘This story reminds me of Jesus.’, his brother Conan responded.
‘Jesus? How so?’ Kenny asked softly.
‘The names are different but isn’t the story almost the same? Rather than the princess of Disney, Jesus is the Prince of peace and the King of kings. And the little boy, ummm, he was like the thief on the cross’, Conan continued. ‘In both cases, a gift was given. In both cases, someone had to come down to a different level to love. And in both the stories, it was the beautiful one who performed the gesture that left everyone speechless’.
‘It’s true, Conan’. Kenny replied, ‘But I think Jesus did more than Cinderella anyway. She gave the little boy only a kiss and when she left , she took her beauty with her. The boy remained deformed. Cinderella could never do what Jesus did. She could never take on the boy’s state. If she had somehow given him her beauty and taken his disfigurement, then the stories would be more similar. Cause that’s what Jesus did.’
‘Hmm, you’re right Kenny. Jesus did wayyy more!’
Make no mistake – Jesus gave more than a kiss, He gave His life.
He paid more than a visit, He paid for our mistakes.
He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem. Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.