I was sitting at Marta's house this morning sipping my first cup of coffee and enjoying the myriad conversations going on around me when Elvin, that's the boy above and Marta's 3rd youngest, came up next to me and told me that earlier that morning he had prayed with Jesus. I thought he meant, he woke up and said some morning prayers but was neverthless proud of him so I complimented him and went on chatting with Carlos. He persisted though, he said
"No, listen! I was walking with a group of boys this morning to look for fruit I when I looked up in the clouds and saw Jesus praying. I asked the other kids with me if they saw anything but no one did but that didn't matter, I did so I made everyone kneel down and we asked for forgiveness for the things we did wrong and then we prayed for my brother" (that's the Carlos I had been chatting with who had been sick for a while).
I was stunned, joyful, proud and speechless all at once. Elvin isn't a story teller or a liar in any way, he's simply truthful and straightforward in all that he does (at the age of 6) so everyone he told from his Grandmother to his Mother to his Brothers believed him...as do I.