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The small child listened quietly as the
preacher began to give his last altar call. He
watched as no one moved ... no one seemed to
need a prayer at all.
No one needed forgiveness of their lives of
sin. Everyone seemed pleased with the way their
lives had been.
The child realized that even though he didn't
quite understand, he believed in Jesus, and down
the aisle he ran! He fell to his knees and began
to pray. As the preacher knelt by his side, he
heard the small child say,
"Jesus, I know you know who I am, but in case
you've forgotten, my name is Sam. I'm the one
who won't play with my friends, just because
their good toys to me they won't lend.
I'm the one, Jesus, who always wants their
own way, and I won't even listen to what others
have to say. And I'm the one that never does my
part, even when I know what I'm supposed to do
down deep in my heart. And I guess, Jesus, I'm
the one that never does anything unless it's
half-done. And I know you saw what I did the
other day ... I got awful mad and pushed a
little boy out of my way!
But Jesus, I just want You to know, I’m sorry
for all the bad things I do. And I want to try
to do better, so maybe you can love me and
forgive me, too. I want to grow up to be like
these people here today, for they must never do
anything wrong or I guess you'd be hearing them
all say, Forgive me too, Jesus, and help me to
be more like You instead of more like me!'"
The preacher stood up, with tears in his
eyes, the congregation too had begun to cry. For
this small humble child had taught them today,
the true meaning of faith and just how they
should pray. They knew in their hearts just how
satisfied they had become, when down the aisle
this small child did run.
Connie Sue Jones
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