Two years ago I penned this. The Diary of a Mad, White, Vacation Bible School Teacher.
Tonight my best friend wrote this:
Me (teaching a class of 4-5 year olds at VBS tonight) – “What is something that you are REALLY good at?”
Very enthusiastic student – “F***in’ Reading!!!”
Some might say:
- What’s the world coming to?
- What kind parents does he have?
- That kid needs a whoopin.
Here’s what Jesus says:
Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” Mt. 19:14
Jesus said, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.” Mt. 9:12-13
“Now go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in the poor, the crippled, the blind and the lame.’
“Sir,” the servant said, “what you ordered has been done, but there is still room.”
Then the master told his servant, “Go out to the roads and country lanes and compel them to come in, so that my house will be full.” Luke 14:21-23
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So tonight as I lay my head on my pillow I feel a deep sense of peace. I feel satisfied that we have fulfilled the Master’s call to bring the children to him. We brought sick children to him. We compelled them to come. And while they were there, we loved them and I like it.
