Bless that little boy. I don’t know his name or really anything about him, but it seemed that Jesus was shining from him. There was a sense of peace, innocence, joy, and hope about him. I wish I could shield that little child from what he’s going to learn, as he grows older, of people’s inhumanity to others and how hatred fuels the fires that produce violence. But then, maybe he’s the hope of tomorrow, one of the teens who isn’t afraid to speak up and speak out.