Lo, He Comes With Clouds Descending...

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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.

Comments

Galen and Phyllis Groff said…
Wow Matt, What a story! We never know the impact of what we do. Blessings, Galen
September 3, 2010 at 3:07 PM
kendra said…
that is SO COOL! Thanks for sharing.. from the mouth of babes
September 5, 2010 at 7:25 PM
Anonymous said…
...just when darkness and doubt start creeping in, this one comes along...again, many thanks.
September 6, 2010 at 5:21 AM
Nancy Marshall said…
Matt, thanks for telling that story. They trust you and know you will believe them. It's interesting who Jesus chooses to reveal himself to. How cool that he made all the others maybe kids even older than him who he really doesn't have authority by virtue of age to say "get down on your knees" ... but he did.Interesting that his encounter with jesus led him to ask for forgivenes verses asking Jesus to do some miracle or provide him with something tangible. How many 6 year olds think about forgiveness?
awesome. Thanks for sharing it.
Nancy
September 6, 2010 at 9:21 PM
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