The Hundred Languages Of Children
The child
is made of one hundred.
The child has
a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred
ways of listening
of marveling, of loving
a hundred joys
for singing and understanding
a hundred worlds
to discover
a hundred worlds
to invent
a hundred worlds
to dream.
The child has
a hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
but they steal ninety-nine.
The school and the culture
separate the head from the body.
They tell the child:
to think without hands
to do without head
to listen and not to speak
to understand without joy
to love and to marvel
only at Easter and at Christmas.
They tell the child:
to discover the world already there
and of the hundred
they steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child:
that work and play
reality and fantasy
science and imagination
sky and earth
reason and dream
are things
that do not belong together.
And thus they tell the child
that the hundred is not there.
The child says:
No way. The hundred is there.
by: Loris Malaguzzi
After reading “Choosing to See” I was inspired by this amazing woman and the rest of the Chapman family! Fingerprints of God are marked all over this family’s story :)
Click on her name to watch a video of what the book is about.
I love finding out and supporting artists that are passionate about bringing about justice through movements like these. Support if you can!
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Taken in Karamoja district, Uganda in April 1980, the contrasting hands of a starving boy and a missionary spoke louder than any world leader and any news story about the famine in Uganda. Karamoja region has the driest climate in Uganda and was prone to droughts. The 1980 famine in there where 21% of the population (and 60% of the infants) died was one of the worst in history. The worst recorded famine was the great Finn famine (1696), which killed a third of the population.
The photographer Mike Wells, who would later win the World Press Photo Award for this photo, admitted that he was ashamed to take the photo. The same publication that sat on his picture for five months without publishing it entered it into a competition. He was embarrassed to win as he never entered the competition himself, and was against winning prizes with pictures of people starving to death.
Famine, drought and ethnic violence continue to this day in Karamoja. The Karamojong are a nomadic people, but since Idi Amin years in the 1970s, their nomadic patterns were curtailed due to the increase of cross border security, internal raids, and influx of weapons which enabled them to lead raids.
It is a FACT that a 3 year old’s voice is LOUDER than 200 adults in a crowded room.
My dream is to invest in His children love, care and purpose so that they learn to voice out their purpose, passion and love for Jesus even in their most precious first few years.
There are way too many children out there that see too soon and unfortunately experience the brokenness and ugliness of what humanity is capable of. The voices they grow into are often stomping on their true value. They then will spend the rest of their life trying to be of some value in this world!
I may just be one person trying to faithfully sow in to His kingdom through this particular still-in-the-making dream. But I have hope that one day, there will be many children shining their little lights everywhere!! Because it is the little ones who will love the loudest and shine the brightest!
