One More for the Kingdom!

On Saturday we took a whole bunch of the kids to the beach in SImonette. As usual I ended up spending most of the afternoon surrounded by the little kids. We were playing and splashing around in the water when I grabbed Steevenson and threw him into the water. This of course started a line up of kids who wanted to be “baptized” as they were calling it. So one after the other I picked them up and “baptized” them. When my arms got tired we went back to splashing around in the water and one of the little boys asked me what it means to be baptized. This sparked a whole conversation about baptism and what it means to accept Jesus. At the end of our chat I asked the boys if they had asked Jesus into their hearts yet. Some of them had already, but there were a number of them who had not. When I asked them if they wanted to they had lots of questions; what do you need to say, what does it mean, what happens to you afterwards. It was really interesting to hear their questions, and how their 7 year old brains had processed what they were taught at church.

Then last night at church, when Pastor Patris gave the alter call Widler turned to me and asked, “Am I allowed to go up and accept Jesus?”

I of course said, “Yes!” He looked a little nervous but then that 7 year old boy got up and walked up to the stage all by himself and Pastor Patris led him through the sinners prayer. I watched that little guy standing up there in front of hundreds of people while he took that step of faith and thought to myself; This is why I am here, this is why there is a Hope House! This is why Mission of Hope exists – to bring life transformation through Jesus Christ!



Praise the Lord, God’s kingdom just keeps getting sweeter!

Peace, Love and Joy,

Rachel

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