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Topic: FEET (01/17/19)
- TITLE: Story Time
By brenda gans
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Asira walked down the streets, the pungent smell of rotting food and garbage filling her nose. The sun burned down onto her back. All along the block dirty, malnourished kids begged for a handout. It was all she could do to make it to her small hut without passing out from the heat. She wanted to help each child, but could help none. “Lord Jesus, please show me how to help.”
India was an impoverished country. So many poor lived in the little village she was in. She walked three miles a day to the next village to the mission for school. Dr Heatherton had told them today they were all missionaries. “You can changes lives. You can share Jesus with everyone you meet.”
Asira wondered how she could share her great love for Jesus to the little ones in her village. The idea of a story time for them played on the edges of her mind. “Maybe this is how God speaks” she thought. She looked under her mattress for her notebook and pencil and started writing ideas. The inspiration filled her brain so quickly that her hand could hardly keep up. “Thank you, Jesus, thank you.” She repeated over and over as she wrote furiously. Soon it was night, her pencil and notebook safely tucked away. She whispered prayers of thanksgiving until she slept.
She told Dr. Heatherton her idea the next day. “I want to start a story time for the kids and feed them Jesus.”
“Asira, that is a wonderful idea. Let’s get busy seeing how you can do that.”
The next week, Asira walked home from the school, her steps light as if she was walking on air. Today she would start. As she neared the village she called to the children in their native tongue. “Story time! Story time!”
Soon, as if she was the pied piper, children followed her to the center of the village. She sat on a large black rock to tell the story, “Long ago in Bethlehem a baby was born. He was perfect and knew no sin. He grew strong in mind, body and spirit. He suffered a terrible death for us, to save us from our sin. He came back to life three days later. He told his disciples if they believed they would live with him forever. He promised trials, but he would be with us always. He will help us in whatever problem we have. He will love us no matter what we do. He will pick us up when we fall. And when things get too hard he will carry us through.
“I love Jesus. He has done so much for me. I want him to help you too. Tomorrow, I will tell you more.” She looked at the eager faces, intent on her words. Their eyes rounded in anticipation of her words. No one felt the sun, no one felt the hunger in their bellies. The hunger to know more the only thing on their mind. “Well, if you want to stay I’ll tell you a story.”
“Yay!” the children cheered. She noticed there were many more than when she had started. “When Jesus was traveling he met a man named Nicodemus. Nicodemus came to see him one night after dark. He asked Jesus what he needed to do to be saved. Jesus told him he had to be born again. How asked Nicodemus. You must be born of the spirit. Then he spoke the most powerful words to Nicodemus ‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.’ John 3:16”
“Nicodemus was saved that night. He is now in heaven with Jesus.” She continued telling stories to more and more children until shadows grew long. “You must go home now. It is time to eat”
One boy stayed. “How do I know Jesus too?”
“I will pray with you. You ask Jesus to forgive you and live in your heart.”
“Yes. Then you live your life to make Jesus happy.” They prayed together. Both walked away smiling on the inside and out.
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