'Suffer the little children to come unto me.' Those words came out of the preachers mouth as he held the tiny infant in his arms. The parents stood off to the side with looks of pure adoration and utter joy in their eyes. Everyone ignoring the words that the preacher recited. Suffer the little children. What kind of heaven was there that children had to suffer to enter? A child needs to suffer to be loved? The so called savior that loves us, wanted innocent kids to suffer only then were they eligible to enter his glorious kingdom. And everyone was okay with that, huge smiles on their faces clueless to the suffering that child is going to face, because he must. And again I saw them before me, laughing at my innocence, scorned by my presence, spurring hate. Suffering, the price you pay for a love that didn't exist.