When Kids Play Master

A father knows that in order for children to grow, they need room to move and to make a mess. Before plearning (play-learning) time, he prepares gloves, sponge, mop and several buckets and cleaning solutions, like all-purpose surface spray and carpet stain removal powder and puts them safely aside.
Then the fun begins, his children spill paint everywhere and have fun and he celebrates their creations with them.
When it comes time to clean up the mess, he takes them to a wash area and says to the kids,
“Here is a bucket of clean water to wash your hands in while I clean the mess up. There is a tap there if you need more water, but don’t open that cabinet with cleaning products, it’s dangerous!”
As he turns, one of the bigger kid’s curiosity leads him to steal the cabinet key off the father’s belt.
The children are washing themselves. The naughty child says secretly to one of the other children,
“Pssst…help me up while I open the cabinet.”
“I don’t think we should be doing that.”
“Come on, it’s just play. You know how much father likes us to play-learn. Don’t you want to know what’s inside?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
Then the pair come back to the group and ‘innocently’ show off a spray bottle of solution they’ve found. They all have a giggle, while feeling bad inside too—but what’s done is done and it seems harmless enough.
As they leave the spray to the side, they carry on with the job of washing the paint off their bodies. Then soon, they start to compare notes about whose paintings were the best. One child gets offended and hurt. He could go crying to father, but instead he grabs the bottle and sprays it in the eyes of his brother who had said something mean about his painting.
The brother could cry for father but instead, with closed blind eyes, takes the bottle and whacks, the bottle over the head of another younger sibling by mistake. When father comes in to grab the stolen keys, he finds mayhem and one of his children in need of immediate attention! But no mater how much water he applies to the child’s eyes, the powerful chemical has already destroyed them forever.
The father cries and cries and would give his own eyes, except he needs them to be father to all the other children. One very empathetic child can clearly see that deep longing in the father for his sibling to see—and longs for the same.
At this point, there is a choice (supposing that such a transplant were possible). A: The child who did the wrong thing loses his eyes as equal payback to reset the balance—but then there would still be a child without eyes. Then the compassionate child does the unthinkable! Choosing option B) he gives up one of his eyes so that both he and his sibling can see. Now there is balance. Something has been lost (the periphery a little diminished, the beauty slightly tarnished) but Life goes on and all can play, work, rest, laugh and love again.
Jesus is like that child.