Wally and the man

“Time to get up Wally. Time to get up.” The sounds seemed so far in the distance that they didn’t seem real, until he heard the stirring of the other children in the orphanage. “Here we go again.” he thought. The morning felt damp from last nights rain, as it usually did when the weather blew in. The roof had a series of holes and always left puddles on the concrete floor. Nothing out of the ordinary, just another day in the small Haitian orphanage. Wally was one of thirty-three kids that lived there with Joseph and his wife. They too were Haitian and worked as the house parents for them all.

Life was usual for Wally and the others, chores to do, school work, get things ready for lunch, which was almost always rice and beans. But little did they know that today would be different.

Just after lunch a missionary came to visit them. They hadn’t had visitors in a long time. Excitement filled the air as the children played with the missionary and took pictures with him. Wally had a hold of one leg and someone else the other, holding on as if he could never leave as long as they didn’t let go.

Things finally settled down for a short story time. The missionary talked a lot about God and how he loved them, but it just seemed like a story. Not like back when his parents were still alive. He remembered sitting next to his dad and hugging him with all his might. But like so many others in Haiti Wally’s parents died young and left him to the streets. Wally was grateful to live at the orphanage, but there he never felt ‘that’ kind of love.

The missionary brought a small present for them. When he pulled a small stuffed lamb out of his bag the excitement almost over took them. He had one for each of them, and the collar even had their name on it. He could read it plain as day ‘WALLY’. In the orphanage nothing belongs to you, everything is common, including clothes and soap. But this was special, it was His. He jumped into the man’s lap and hugged him with all he had. As the missionary hugged him back, the two shared a moment of mutual caring and love. As the embrace seemed to last forever, all was right in the world for Wally. He felt the love of long ago, and could even feel it with his own arms.

Down deep on the inside we each need approval and affection from others. Love is one of life’s most basic needs. The real Christmas story isn’t what we see this time of year in the stores. It’s really a love story. It’s about God giving you a gift so special it even has your name on it. It’s about a relationship, like Wally had with his Dad. This year instead of just presents, give Love.

Dedicated to Mary Jones and Walinski (Jimenez orphanage, Ouanaminthe Haiti, 2007)


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Kevin