A Child's Faith

My grandson and I, along with my husband and other relatives, had attended a three hour funeral of a great Pastor this morning. At five years old he still didn't quite understand the concept of the dead man in the box and a somber Church. This was unlike any other church service he had attended.

Many accolades of his legacy was told and remembered.  Letters of Resoultion had been sent and cards laid stacked up, too many to read.

Death has a way of reminding you that we all must go that way but much too much for a five year old to be laden with.

I understood that children are listening and learning when you least expect them.  We had not sat my grandson down to specifically discuss the matter of faith. 

After the funeral we stopped by a store to do some shopping before returning home.  During this excursion my grandson had manage to cut his finger.  There was a little blood but not enough to make an issue over.  Of course, he kept reminding me all the 5 miles home that the cut was there.

We arrived home and we begin to unload the car and entered the house.  We were full and tired and my sister sat on the couch closest to the door.  I, on the other hand, had walked into the family room to lay down my purse and take off my hat.  When I turned around in the doorway there stood my grandson holding his finger.

He said "mommy, pray for me."  My sister said "he knows where to go for help."  I was sure that I needed to do as instructed because he wasn't going to take no for an answer.  I took his little hands in mine and said "Father, in the Name of Jesus, I come.  Asking you to heal the Prince's finger.  We ask this in Jesus' name.  Amen"  He looked quizzingly at his finger and ran upstairs.

I had soon forgot the episode.

My husband and I have often held small talk with this young lady since she takes the tickets for the baloon bouncer but we had never had a conversation of belief or faith.  I could tell from the first time that this woman was overwhelmed by working long hours and dealing with life issues and somehow my grandson knew too.

He would always give her a big hug, spend time with her, and talk with her.  She would always say that "he was special."

This taught me a lesson.  Life is for the living and we must do all while it is day, for night cometh and no man shall work.  I also learned that we should have witness to this woman but only saw the hurt but didn't extend to her the Healer!

The witness of a Great Healer came through the witness of a five year old child who allowed his faith to be the seed planted in a hurting soul!

We went to the Market, as we usually do on Sunday morning, for breakfast and to give the Prince a little time to play in the huge basket bal balloon bouncer with the other children.  This morning there were no other children at play in the balloon bouncer as the Prince took off his sneakers to go into it.

I briefly walked down the aisle to look for a vendor and returned to see the Prince happily throwing the ball around with another child in the ballon bouncer.  The woman who took the tickets for the bouncer called me over to her.  She said "your grandson said that you have magical powers!"  I said "What?"  She said "he had a cut and he said that now it's heal!"  I couldn't help but to let out a laugh that lifted my soul.  She continued with "he said you prayed for him!"  I said "yes, I did."

By this time, my husband had arrived and we went to order our breakfast.