Let the Children Come to Me
13 Then children were brought to him that he might lay his hands on them and pray. The disciples rebuked the people, 14 but Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” 15 And he laid his hands on them and went away.
I am most deeply moved to compassion in my heart about John John. I have sought high and low but no one will teach him English. He is three and is a most active and hard child to teach but I can manage him. Experience talks louder than words. Patience. Love. Kindness. Love Love Love. His father is most upset as he feels he has found a very good and kind and loving teacher. Sophie agreed yesterday at afternoon tea as she enjoys me as her coach. She says I work hard at explaining the game to her though she does not get it. Everyone is in wonder in how she has changed from a backup bowler in less than two months to a stroker.
No one is interested in teaching John John English so he really has to go to Kumon. I suggested twice a week, in a group setting and also Maths. It will help him a lot with his basic Math and English skills and also his social skills.
Lack of love.
No one wants to know.
He’s just another statistic in the population.
I feel so sad about this.
At least I was able to get MC to coach again.
Among the non-believers they know this. Sometimes I find the non-believer knows how to love more than the believer. They are excusable as they are not believers but believers are inexcusable.
This is not John John but he is from China as well as here.
This is a better option.
Lun Lun used to go for his Maths and he was in St. Joseph’s Primary School. He did well there.
It’s only $2900 in Selin, four days a week. It’s only $1450, twice a week.
I come from a bible study where you learn to love. Even facial expressions are issues where you relay the wrong message of lack of love. Hand movements. Body movements. Not just words. Words. Bible study is not just Scripture but learning how to be a good disciple of Jesus. To be like Jesus. To be HIS good ambassador.
I come from a game of the world. Far from the familiar place of home with the LORD. Home with Jesus. Shunned for my faith. Beaten. Not loved. But I fought back with love. And won. Love wins. Every single time. When you are able to love those around you who are so different, not only culturally, but also, religiously, people around you, are won by the love of Christ.
I listen to their stories. Their faith. Their hardships. Like John John’s family. What they are going through. No more job. Worry. Raising a son of three. Cultures that do not match. Across the border and here. Hair styles. How to speak. What to say and what not to. Learn to fit in. Look the same as the others. Sound the same. Do the same. Ask questions that everyone asks. Do not ask things that no one asks. How to behave. How not to. Fitting in.
I found when I bowled, to fit into the expected mold. Look and act the same. Eat the same. Dress the same. Speak the same.
So, I can get on with it.
My husband and I spoke about John John over dinner. He is best in Selin. Mix with those he needs to fit in with in a group situation. Disappear into the crowd and fit in.
Discipleship is a very holy place where not only do you learn Scripture but how to behave.
Global University essays on ‘Great Commission Strategies’. The free gift of grace and relaying the gospel lovingly. Everyone needs a loving God in this unloving world.