Little Children

(Yesterday we had a bit of a scare, the high school left a message on my dad’s phone saying that my little brother had been taken by ambulance to the nearest hospital, some thirty miles away. Turns out he’s got Bronchitis and Pleurisy, so he’s having trouble breathing and it hurts. I told him there had to be better ways of getting out of school. He’ll be resting at home for the next little while.)

The family reunion was also a celebration that we’d moved down, so we were sort of the guests of honor. While there, one of my step-cousin’s children, a little boy decided to give me one of the toys floating about, a dracdor. It brought to my memory something that had happened some fifteen years earler. We were still living in Oklahoma and I had to have been all of seven or eight years old. I was at the bank and a little boy half my age came up to me and gave me his prized penny. I’m pretty sure I gave both the toy and the penny back. Little kids are like that around me.

I wonder what it must have been like to have been one of the little kids around Jesus. Then again, it’s no wonder why we need to be child-like.

Matthew 19:13-15, “13Then little children were brought to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked those who brought them.
 14Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” 15When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there.”

A daddy was listening to his child say his prayer “Dear Harold.” At this, dad interrupted and said, “Wait a minute, “How come you called God, “Harold”? The little boy looked up and said, “That’s what they call Him in church. You know the prayer we say, “Our Father, who art in Heaven, Harold be Thy name.”

During the minister’s prayer one Sunday, there was a loud whistle from one of the back pews. Gary’s mother was horrified. She pinched him into silence, and after church, asked: “Gary, whatever made you do such a thing?” Gary answered soberly: “I asked God to teach me to whistle… And He just then did!”

One night Mike’s parents overheard this prayer. “Now I lay me down to rest, and hope to pass tomorrow’s test, if I should die before I wake, that’s one less test I have to take.”

A five-year-old said grace at family dinner one night. “Dear God, thank you for these pancakes.” When he concluded, his parents asked him why he thanked God for the pancakes when they were having chicken. He smiled and said, “I thought I’d see if He was paying attention tonight.”

A little boy’s prayer. “Dear God, please take care of my daddy and my mommy and my sister and my brother and my doggy and me. Oh, please take care of yourself, God. If anything happens to you, we’re gonna be in a big mess.”

A rabbi said to a precocious six-year-old boy: “So your mother says your prayers for you each night? Very commendable. What does she say?” The little boy replied, “Thank God he’s in bed!”

A woman invited some people to dinner. At the table, she turned to her six-year-old daughter and said, “Would you like to say the blessing?” I wouldn’t know what to say,” the little girl replied. “Just say what you hear Mommy say, ” the mother said. The little girl bowed her head and said, “Dear Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?”

Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room. After a while he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought it over and then said a prayer. “Fine,” said the pleased mother. “If you ask God to help you not misbehave, He will help you.” “Oh, I didn’t ask Him to help me not misbehave,” said Johnny. “I asked Him to help you put up with me.”

A little boy was overheard praying: “Lord, if You can’t make me a better boy, don’t worry about it. I’m having a real good time like I am!”

One Sunday, a young boy was so happy to be reunited with his father after children’s church that he yelled “Daddy!” as came up running and laughing to be caught up in his arms in the sanctuary.

One baptism Sunday, the minister made the mistake of telling a young boy to jump in the baptism waters. He did – cannonball-style.

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