
Each week, we meet for prayer, then set up the tables, and wait for the children to arrive. Sometimes they are waiting for us, but most of the time we wait for them. Some are siblings, others come alone. Some have been to church, others have not. Some know that these lessons are important, others don't.
It always amazes me that in this day, in this country, there are people who do not know who Jesus Christ is...unfortunately in some homes His name is a curse word that some of these children have heard over and over. There is a look of surprise on their faces when they learn that Jesus was, and is, a real person. But after a few of our little Bible study camps, the Word is beginning to sink in. We see adults in open patio doors, and open windows, listening to our lesson, or to our singing. But when you look in their direction, they pretend to be doing something else. When doors are knocked on looking for more children or for adults who would like to come, people don't seem to be offended...they are polite, or just don't answer. None the less, even if only one child meets us there in that recreation area, we will be there. One child saved by the Grace of God...one more prayer warrior, one more soldier in the army of the Lord...who one day may be standing in the heat of a Texas summer, or on an African plain, or in a home church in China....winning one more child to Christ.



John 1:12
Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God—
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