By: Brenda Wilkerson
Ohhhhh… the sweet blessings of the innocent and powerful words that come out of these tiny pie holes! As a driver, there are small ramblings that just go on and on that don’t make a bit of sense and it is adorable. I respond with the usual, “Wow” or “That is so cool” or “Tell me more.”
This day was beautifully different. We were down to the last five children on the bus, and I heard one of them begin to talk about what they learned in church on Easter morning. I was a fly on the bus wall as three 5- and 6-year-old young ones talked about Jesus. They were running over each other with their mini-sermons, and it absolutely made my entire week. Then they started telling me about their Jesus. I responded as someone who is hearing this miraculous event for the very first time. My words reflected curiosity and enthusiasm, which encouraged them to tell me more. They got it almost just right, except for one comment that about broke me out of character. “Jesus died on the cross, they put him in the tomb, and they rolled the stone over him.” At this comment, my ears perked up and then I piped up asking, “They rolled the stone over him?”
The three of them halted for a moment, looked at each other, and began a quick debate to correct where one of them had gone astray. It took 3.4 seconds to change this misinformation and continue telling me the rest of the Easter story with the added blessed edition of a song about the fruits of the Spirit. If you could’ve seen them from the outside with spiritual eyes, you would’ve seen a bus glowing with the name of Jesus coming out of the mouths of babes.
Lord, I thank you for these babies you have strategically placed in my life. I pray for these children. I know they are at or close to the age of accountability, and I thank you for their parents who are taking them to hear more about Jesus each week. Let these human guardians you have put in charge of these littles know somehow that what they are doing is making a difference. God, you are good! And I see you. Thank you for allowing me to see even more of your goodness through tiny voices behind me, echoing in a school bus.
~Brenda Wilkerson
