Friday, December 3, 2010


So, I'm eavesdropping on this conversation. Two little girls--neither 
of them mine-- are sitting behind me in the lounge of the Performing  Arts Factory. They're probably nine years old, and they are waiting 
for their class to begin.

The one girl has brought a beginner's Bible to their table, "let's 
read this, the stories are really timeless," she says. The first is 
about the servant going to find a wife for Rebekkah. It's a love 
story, and they excitedly take turns reading a paragraph.

Then, it's Jacob's "stairway to heaven" and Joseph being his father's 
favorite son. The two keep reading until a father comes to say that 
class is beginning.

"We were reading this," the instigator of this scene proclaims, 
running to show her dad the Bible. She is so eager to show him the 
book that she forgets to put it away. She must run back to the lounge 
again to place it on the shelf.

I wonder if the second girl had ever heard those stories, or was I 
witnessing some pint-sized evangelism at it's best.

When's the last time you were so excited by a story that you said, 
"look at this," "listen to this," or "read this with me."

When's the last time you sat beside someone and told them about this 
great love story of which we are all a part.

My prayer is that I can always be as excited as those little girls. 
That kind of enthusiasm is really timeless.

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