Let the Little Children Come to Me

For the past several weeks on Saturdays I have been driving to Mookgophong to help with the children's ministry. Every Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning 40-60 kids come to children's church. They are so precious! I have been attending this same church, that meets under a red and white striped tent on Sundays. The first Sunday I attended this church a couple months ago, I knew I had found my home church. That morning the children's church went up front to sing several songs. My favorite song was called Radical....I am a radical girl for Jesus, I am a radical boy for Jesus, I am a friend of the Lord...I am stubborn not to my mommy, I am stubborn not to my daddy, I am stubborn only to Satan, I will not agree with him! Isn't that a great song for kids to sing. I loved it! That was it right there...they had my heart.

This past Saturday I arrived before the teacher. The kids are so amazing. Things are usually supposed to begin at 2pm. I arrived at 2:20, and all the kids were there, waiting underneath the tent, hanging out until their teacher arrived. These kids love coming to church. Most of their parents don't even go, but every Saturday and Sunday morning they are at church. I knew Tryphosa (their teacher) was on her way, but not sure when she was coming. I gathered the kids together and asked them to teach me some songs. They very willingly began to teach me some songs with actions, of course. They are such sponges just ready to soak up any love and attention you can give them. Once Tryphosa arrived, she had them line up like a choir and practice some songs they would be singing on Sunday. She began teaching them, but soon after she asked if I could take some of the older ones so she could be with the younger ones because they were having difficulty understanding what she was trying to teach them. So, I took the older ones and spoke to them with the help of one of the girls who could speak english well and could interpret some things for me so everyone could understand. The phrase that I kept hearing Daddy say was, "Let the little children come to me." So, I began to tell them how special they were to Jesus and how he has put something very special in them that is not found in most "big people".....raw Faith....the faith of a little child.

It was a blessed day!