“We love Him because He first loved us.” — I John 4:19
On steely cold streets, a nameless orphan, dirty-faced with cast-off clothes, stares toward the Gate. She is already hardened from mere survival, but still has that wistful childhood longing. She’s heard stories about the Prince’s city beyond the Gate.
Some passerby drops a coin in his hurry. She scrambles for it, but it’s only a tin shot: nearly worthless. She’d throw it aside but is startled by the coin’s engraving: the strong, loving face of a prince.
She studies the Gate, then the coin.
Carefully, she pockets the coin, then shoulders her pack, and starts walking toward the Gate.