He’s Goliath, this tiny preschool African boy with skin of creamy cocoa and beautiful wide eyes. He stands in the center of the rug, smiling and shrugging his shoulders in embarrassment, though he was the first of all the children to volunteer.

We sing together again—all of us from Myanmar and Nepal and Sudan and Somalia and the US—the song of David and Goliath. “Only a boy named David, only a little sling. Only a boy named David, but he could pray and sing…”

And the sling goes round and round and round and round and round and round and round. We watch one invisible stone go up in the air…and the giant comes tumbling down. Though this little boy’s tumble is in slow motion, and he never stops smiling.
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