What is the worth of a soul?

       A young 18 year old boy, got up and asked the question what is the worth of a soul. The question struck me very much, and today as I sat in a church building filled with family members, and many friends that I loved, I looked around me in awe. In each of these individuals I saw something profound. I saw a light, and a love in their faces. These people, many of whom I have known for several years, were finding joy in the simplest things in life. Their focus was clear. It was a focus on families. I was astounded at the impact each person in that room had made on my life over the course of the years.
      There is a saying that it takes a village to raise a child. My hometown is not really a village, perhaps many would say it is smaller, but the work that goes on here is incredible and profound. Looking into each one of them and feeling the love I felt for them I wondered how God could possibly love them, or all of us even more than that. I realized how much each soul meant to me but I couldn't really put a value on it. 
   The simple things I sometimes take for granted suddenly became more profound.  I saw a woman who was my bus driver all through elementary, middle, and high school. I saw a neighbor girl that I remember being born and have watched grow up. I saw an interpreter who has faithfully translated for as long as I can remember. I saw mothers and fathers tending children. I saw others embracing and giving warm greetings. I watched as missionaries nervously checked their phones hoping to see someone they thought would be there. I saw several young men preparing to serve missions. Ultimately, I saw goodness and love in action.
   

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