“Help us, please! They say you are a great healer!” The woman thrust the tiny bundle in her arms towards the dusty traveller. He took it, examined it carefully and shook his head sadly.
“I am sorry, the babe emerged from the womb too soon to live.”
“We are young, we shall have more children.” The young man sought to console his wife.
“I want my son! Why must the Higher Powers steal my beautiful baby?”
Thorongil blinked back tears. His healing arts had saved many, but it was the ones he was powerless to help who haunted his dreams.
But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. Luke 18-16