“Poverty is what you see in the eyes of a Black child living in the squatter camp.Matsime Simon Mohapi”

“Camille leaned forward. When she did, the neckline of her black silk blouse gaped open. If Simon had still been human, he would have blushed. "Will you let me see it?"Simon could actually feel his eyes pop out. "See what?”

“It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.”

“See what fun it is to do what Simon Says?” Simon teased,drawing closer toward me.”

“If the people of God were to transform the world through fascination, these amazing teachings had to work at the center of these peculiar people. Then we can look into the eyes of a centurion and see not a beast but a child of God, and then walk with that child a couple of miles. Look into the eys of tax collectors as they sue you in court; see their poverty and give them your coat. Look in to the eys of the ones who are hardest for you to like, and see the One you love. For God loves good and bad people.”

“May you always see the world through the eyes of a child.”