I find myself in an ugly room of an ugly building. The people file in, hoping to escape the havoc God is reeking beyond these walls. The air is cool and smells of rain. I turn my attention to the boy at my side as he works diligently at the task before him. He covers a page with brilliant colors, orange, green, and blue. His hand is steady as he traces the lines, then fills the spaces between them. The result is a vibrant picture of a small child standing before a hot pink sunset. He tilts his head to examine his handiwork, adds a thing or two, and then lays it before me with a look of satisfaction on his face. I smile. The moment is ours.
