So Far Behind
Sunday was a blessing. We started our annual Missions Conference so things are moving pretty quickly.
The bus had 30 with two first time visitors. It was a good day. I got the Zambian man to ride with us home and tell a story. He was very good and held their attention for a good story.
Though we were down in numbers, we were up in blessings. I feel as though the Lord has something special in store for us each Sunday. Though we may have a small crowd, God uses those times for us to become better acquainted with some of the new children. I have learned to be thankful for whatever children God gives us.
Week before last a 14 year old boy came. I had seen him out playing basketball in one of the mobile home parks. Sure enough, as I visited with one family, he came walking down their street. He stopped and I got acquainted and asked him to church. He was tickled to come and told me he would probably wear his suit. (Of course, we older ladies understand when a gentleman is trying to impress the young ladies!!) As we pulled up to that house the next morning, there he was in his suit and ready to go. I was pleasantly surprised at how polite he was. The girls enjoyed having him and I prayed that he would get something out of the service. To be honest, I really didn't expect that he would be back because he had told me that he was staying with his grandmother and said it in a way that made me think it was a temporary arrangement.
I stopped by his grandmother's mobile home on Saturday but no one was home. So I was very excited to see him waiting with the girls when we picked them up. As we were singing, I happened to look for him and was not able to see him. As I walked to the back of the bus, I found him with ear phones on, laying up against the window. I scooted in beside him and asked him what he was listening to. He quickly showed me that he was listening to rap and hard rock. I tried not to be condemning but just asked him sweetly if he minded not doing that on the bus. I told him that we would really rather that he just listened to music that honored the Lord on the bus. He was very cooperative and took the CD player and removed the batteries and put it in his pocket.
On the way home from church, Bro Martin was telling the story and when he finished, we were singing songs and suddenly this boy stood to his feet and said."Hey, listen, you guys! There are people down in New Orleans and Texas that had a big hurricane and they still are having trouble. I think we need to pray for them!" I told him that was a very good idea. I asked him if he would like to pray for them but he quickly told me he really didn't know how. So I asked Bro. Martin to pray as we all bowed our heads. It was such a sweet gesture and by that I know that God is working in that child's life. I just pray that we can be what he needs to show him the right way.
There were many other sweet children on the bus Sunday and each day is a new and exciting experience.
Mt 18:4 (KJV) Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
5 And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.
6 But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
The bus had 30 with two first time visitors. It was a good day. I got the Zambian man to ride with us home and tell a story. He was very good and held their attention for a good story.
Though we were down in numbers, we were up in blessings. I feel as though the Lord has something special in store for us each Sunday. Though we may have a small crowd, God uses those times for us to become better acquainted with some of the new children. I have learned to be thankful for whatever children God gives us.
Week before last a 14 year old boy came. I had seen him out playing basketball in one of the mobile home parks. Sure enough, as I visited with one family, he came walking down their street. He stopped and I got acquainted and asked him to church. He was tickled to come and told me he would probably wear his suit. (Of course, we older ladies understand when a gentleman is trying to impress the young ladies!!) As we pulled up to that house the next morning, there he was in his suit and ready to go. I was pleasantly surprised at how polite he was. The girls enjoyed having him and I prayed that he would get something out of the service. To be honest, I really didn't expect that he would be back because he had told me that he was staying with his grandmother and said it in a way that made me think it was a temporary arrangement.
I stopped by his grandmother's mobile home on Saturday but no one was home. So I was very excited to see him waiting with the girls when we picked them up. As we were singing, I happened to look for him and was not able to see him. As I walked to the back of the bus, I found him with ear phones on, laying up against the window. I scooted in beside him and asked him what he was listening to. He quickly showed me that he was listening to rap and hard rock. I tried not to be condemning but just asked him sweetly if he minded not doing that on the bus. I told him that we would really rather that he just listened to music that honored the Lord on the bus. He was very cooperative and took the CD player and removed the batteries and put it in his pocket.
On the way home from church, Bro Martin was telling the story and when he finished, we were singing songs and suddenly this boy stood to his feet and said."Hey, listen, you guys! There are people down in New Orleans and Texas that had a big hurricane and they still are having trouble. I think we need to pray for them!" I told him that was a very good idea. I asked him if he would like to pray for them but he quickly told me he really didn't know how. So I asked Bro. Martin to pray as we all bowed our heads. It was such a sweet gesture and by that I know that God is working in that child's life. I just pray that we can be what he needs to show him the right way.
There were many other sweet children on the bus Sunday and each day is a new and exciting experience.
Mt 18:4 (KJV) Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
5 And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.
6 But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
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