The love of God is colorblind. I sit on the floor, his body so relaxed as he leans over into my lap. We listen to this week's Bible story, and I rub his fuzzy African head. His little hand slipped into mine, a contrast of color, and an out pour of love. This particular child is one of the youngest in our Children's Church program. Most weeks, he runs, screams, kicks, and hits all around as he is accompanied by two others his same age. All three are new to English, making any possible character breakthroughs a seemingly impossible task. But today, oh today was different! This week's story was on the Tower of Babel, and the kids were broken into several groups to see who could build the tallest tower. I helped these rambunctious little ones build their tower. They diligently built with blocks of different sizes. The goal was to stack from smallest to largest, but they were having a hard time grasping this concept. I helped them pick which blocks were biggest, and together o