ALL THE CHILDREN OF ALL THE WORLD
I wish you would try to think this morning about all the children in all the world.
There are thousands and thousands of them, and they are doing all sorts of things this very minute.
Some of them are wide awake and some are in bed and fast asleep. Some are in school and some are playing out of doors.
Some live in such hot countries that they lie in the shade of big palm trees to keep cool. Others are in such a cold country that they see nothing but ice and snow, and they are dressed in furs from head to foot.
When you read stories about the children in other lands, do they seem to you like fairy stories?
I want you to know that all these children are real boys and girls, and they work and play and have happy times together, just as you do.
Perhaps when you read about the children in the far North you will wish that you were an Eskimo boy, living in a snow hut, wearing thick furs, and riding over the fields of snow in a sled drawn by dogs.
Or perhaps you would rather be a little Indian and live in a wigwam in the forest, learning to paddle a canoe, and to fish and hunt.