ye su ai ni

Thirty two children. Ruddy cheeks, ruffled black hair, long sparkling eyes and joyful smiles. Thirty two little beings, lined up in two rows, singing at the top of their voices, "Ye Su Ai Ni". "Jesus" was indicated with the sign of a touch on right then left palms, signifying His distinguishing work on the Cross; hands crossed over the chest as "loves", and thirty two pairs of index fingers pointing in our direction, making sure the "you" included all of us Hong Kong uncles and aunts.

Each child has a story that could make you cry like a baby. Stories of suffering and rejection time and time again, if not by illness and the deaths of parents, then by abuse, by being passed from home to home like hot potatoes. Stories of physical, emotional, social and mental hunger.

In those thirty minutes of songs, these little ones expressed, in exuberant victory this Easter weekend, that indeed, it is all true. They wobbled with all their might, "...in this world, there is one truth that stays the same throughout the thousands of years, and that is that Jesus loves you...He wants you to be His sons and daughters. Are you willing to accept His love for you?"

The orphans told us, with their songs, smiles, hugs, laughter...with their lives that "Ye Su Ai Ni".