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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Every Year

It was 2001 and she walked up to me on the right hand side by the front doors and said, You should direct Vacation Bible School.  God told me so.

It was more of a command than a request.

Now, nine years later, I've been to Japan and the United Kingdom and the Amazon and . . .

For this year it is over but some are just beginning. 

The prayers should never stop.  Everyday, somewhere, some child is hearing the name Jesus.

So many years of prayers.  A thousand children.  Many now grown and gone and I wonder where and question.

This year I watched them as I always do from the back.  They raised their arms and stomped their feet and rounded up questions and drove home answers.  So much laughter.  They're all just babies.

Where will they all go?  What will they do?  Who will they become? 

Will they say yes now or later or never?

I look at the back of their heads and know all will one day die, some with their future being seperation and fire.  They sing and dance and laugh and I begin to beg again, as every year.
I walk outside and the tears fall and I wonder which ones?  The ground is different and these doors behind me are different but my pleads are the same, year after year. 

I go back in and all is quiet.  I sit on the back pew and beg and someone comes in and sees the ocean on my face and walks out.  But don't go, stay with me and cry with me and petition with me.  Not for one but for all. 

I do not believe in statistics, I believe in my God, your God, the one and only God.  Soften their hearts and prepare them and let them hear and see and know and say yes.

Everyday, somewhere, some child is hearing the name Jesus.


Penny S. said...

Even though I am never there to see it, I know you do a wonderful job every year. The world needs more directors who cry over their children.
I love you and am so proud of the woman you are in Christ.

Jennifer said...

Thank you for the timely reminder as we prepare for Bible school next week. It is so easy to get caught up in all the hoopla and forget the real purpose.

Anonymous said...

Thank you, Rie. I needed to be reminded why I am up at 11:15, knowing I will have to be up again at 6 a.m. to start another full day. Our VBS is next week. I have been working all afternoon, and I still have more day I haven't even started on. Lots left to cut out, a room to decorate, one more planning meeting. . .the list goes on and on. And I am so tired. Every time I sit down to prepare, someone needs something. I had been wondering why I was trying to teach this year after everything that has happened and hoping someone would miraculously take my place. Then I read your blog, and I remembered why I will be teaching. Thank you. I will be petitioning with you.

KTElltt said...

Amen and amen. I watched so many children come through our VBS this year. I taught 5K through 2nd grade dressing up every day as something else, sometimes looking ridiculous -- because Jesus loves them and whatever it takes to get their attention, I'll do. May I never forget, though, that lives are at stake. That's what it's really about.

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.

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