learning from children

If you haven’t guessed by now, I tend to get humbled a lot by children. God says that we must become like a child to enter the kingdom of heaven. My grampa used to say be a child twice and an adult once. When I was around 4th grade, I started desiring to be an elementary teacher…in my head it made sense that if I was suppose to have childlike faith, then children should be my examples and so I should find a way to be with kids all my life.

 

While in Mozambique I found myself in a church located in a bush village. Three children in particular touched my heart. The first two lead two different choirs as they danced down the aisle and into the front and then danced them back out again at the end. These little ones had pipes and could praise God with power!! Oh how I wish we in the States could see that children are often the leaders of this generation and not just the generation to come. When will we get this? I have more to say about this but I will leave it at that for now.

 

After all of the praise music was done, we segued into a skit where you could feel the presence of God moving on people. As our team was in the middle of it, I was moved by a very young boy. He had been near the front and around the time where Jesus was being “beat to death” this kid turned around and with pure astonishment/sadness/fear he slowly made his way back to his father to be held. There he sat attentive choking back tears…It was then when I realized how numb I am sometimes to what Jesus has done for us…How does the faintest whisper of what He did not wreck me every time I hear it?? What has changed in me from the little boy that I once was when I realized what Christ did on the cross?

 

 

Today, a handful of us went to a public school with Papa Kent here in Nelspruit and we got a chance to love some kids and get loved by some kids. They used their recess to sing praises, learn a verse, watch us do a skit and then hug us once more. However, I asked Papa Kent if he could have them pray for us before they left and he obliged. So, we stood in a circle while a small crowd of little children laid their hands on us and prayed for us releasing us from Africa and blessing us to go to Romania…Have you ever had a group of kids pray for you before? Do you know the power in the prayer of an innocent heart and childlike faith? I pray that if you don’t that you get the courage to ask a child to pray for you soon…and if you do, please use this as encouragement to get it done again…because the kingdom belongs to these.