Advent - day 7

I had a very dear friend who died (too young) a couple of years ago. I still miss her humour - the times we've sat laughing until we've wept! - and her wisdom. She was a consultant anaesthetist, and used to get cross when maternity department staff referred to some babies as being "special" because their parents had been trying so long to have them. For her every baby was special, not because of their provenance but because of who they were.

She was right. Every child has the potential for greatness, even if it's just the greatness of the everyday. Every child matters whether born in a maternity ward, a tribal settlement or a stable.