Slowing down, Rebecca glanced behind her, to find her Mother hastily trying to keep up with her two-year-old brothers in tow. “Slow down, Zach!”
“Fine, but they better not take long. I want to see Jesus!”
Leaving her brother Zack, she backtracked to help her mother with the two toddlers. “Come Ben,” She encouraged grabbing his Chubby little hand.
Rebecca watched as her Mamma pressed on, holding her other brother tightly. Such a shame, Silas being crippled since birth. Sadly, every doctor they spoke to ended with the same conclusion.
Rebecca scanned the crowd ahead. Children and parents were scattered everywhere all with the same purpose. This teacher had quite the reputation. She had even overheard her Mamma tell her father it “was her deepest desire for all of her children to be blessed by him.”
“There he is, Mamma, I see him!” Zachary shrieked with excitement.
The children crowded in, parents grabbing hold of their children’s hands and pushing through the crowd
“What do you think bringing all these…little people here to Jesus? He has no time for them, he’s to busy with more important things to do!” One very persistent man reprimanded.
“But we want him to bless our children. We want them to have a chance to see him!” One mother called.
“Yeah, if we can’t see the man won’t you at least let us catch a glimpse of him?”
Rebecca looked up surprised at her Mother’s outburst, as she was usually more conservative.
“I’m sorry but the master is extremely tired, you must let him rest.” Another of the men urged.
Rebecca looked up. Jesus was walking towards them as they spoke.
“Yes master,” the one called Peter answered.
“Why do you keep these children away? Don’t you know that I love it when children come to me? Don’t you know it brings me such joy to see these shining, innocent faces? “Come, let the children come to me, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”
Rebecca could not believe her ears. No adult had ever treated her this way. Most looked at her only as the child she was. This man thought she was special and she smiled at that thought. He truly did care. Suddenly, an idea popped in to her mind. If he cared for children like he said he did, than maybe he would listen to her request. It was worth a try. Rebecca broke free from her Mother, pushing her way straight in front of Jesus, himself.
“Jesus?” She began, her voice trembling a little.
“Yes child?” He answered. His eyes were full of love when he looked at her.
“I-I was wondering…” a little nervous, “Do-Do you think you could tell what’s wrong with my brother. He’s very sick and none know why.”
“How old are you, child?”
Rebecca looked at him worried by this question. Was he going to reject her because she was too young to be asking such things? “Eight” she answered.
“So young, and yet so much faith. Why do you think it’s children that my kingdom belongs to?”
“I don’t know…you like children?”
“That I do; but listen.” At this time, he turned his attention to the waiting crowd. “It takes great faith such as this child has here, to enter the kingdom of heaven.” Then turning his attention back to Rebecca, “Come, let us go see your brother.”
Rebecca gave a relieved smile. “Silas is this way.”
She led him through the curious crowd back to her waiting family. Rebecca watched in awe as he took Silas in to his arms, praying.
“Rebecca come, and stand with me. You have such strong faith that your little brother might walk even when those around you have given up all hope. Rebecca, your brother was sick but he is no longer. Take his hand walk with him, run with him. He no longer is sick.”
Rebecca reached out her hand to Silas and pulled him to his feet. First taking little steps, soon he was chasing His twin Ben and six-year-old Zack. Their Mamma who would have normally ran after them stood in disbelief watching her three boys run. Tears filled her eyes as she embraced Jesus in thanksgiving before running to catch up with her boys.
Rebecca threw her arms around Jesus. It was the warmest hug she had ever felt. For once, she felt important standing there in the presence of Jesus, and she couldn’t thank him enough.