During the SermonSitting in church today, my nephew (age 3 ½) started looking at the row behind us with a confused, or perhaps puzzled look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“There’s kids there,” he said.

I looked at the teenagers sitting in the row behind us. “Kids? Okay, yes, there are some kids there,” I said, thinking it precious that he considers all non-adults to be kids.

“But where are their toys?” he asked. He had a whole grab bag of coloring books and crayons that the church offers for the little ones at the front door.

“Well, they don’t have any,” I said.

He looked at his crayons and coloring books, and carefully chose some. This took a moment. Then he casually tossed them over the back of the pew to the teenagers, during the sermon, no less. They looked at me.

“You didn’t have any toys,” I explained as quietly as I could. “He’s sharing his.”

Of course I think he’s the greatest kid on the planet. I’m not biased at all. But I sat there today wondering if all kids have what he has, if it’s natural, and if, with care, it might never wear off.

Here’s to hope.

Jody Brown is the author of Upside Down Kingdom, and is a multi-blogger, poet, and traveler. To learn more about her current writing projects, or for ways to donate toward their completion, see JodyBrown.com/writing.