God, prove me wrong
I repeatedly asked God that today. Today we presented the Gospel to the kids at VBC, and to be honest I was really uncertain of the day. Each day at Summer Day Camp, when I noticed the kids’ lack of interest in the message, it pushes the buttons in my heart and I get very frustrated, almost on behalf of God. I know I can’t really blame them because they still don’t fully understand it, but at the same time they don’t know enough to respect it. I keep wondering if kids are actually capable of understanding the Gospel message and the significance of Jesus’ death on the cross. I think this is the same thing that everyone born into the church goes through. We grow up hearing Bible stories and instilled the textbook answers into our heads. But personally, I don’t think I genuinely accepted the Salvation until I was at least in middle school.
So to keep myself in a positive light today, I kept asking God to show me that even very undisciplined children can understand the message of His love. Like the Bible point of yesterday, GOD’S WORD IS SURPRISING. He used the most unexpected moments to help me see my weaknesses. At the end of the day when we get to the “God-sighting” moments, I keep thinking about how they are during Praise&Worship time. Even if they don’t fully understand what they’re singing, they love doing it, and that in itself is amazing. Today during lunch time, as we played the CD as background music, the kids immediately started to get up and dance. Before you know it, half of them are up and singing all the songs from the week. When we were closing up today’s camp, we reminded them that tomorrow was the last day. Hearing their loud stretches of “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” made me realize how much of a blessing this week has been. Especially when little Ethan, who is in 2nd grade, blurted out, “Why isn’t VBC everyday? I want to come until I’m 50!” It was the most adorable thing ever, and at that moment I felt God’s Spirit working within us.
People kept telling me I should think about teaching; I think they only see the outside. There’s such an internal conflict when I do children’s ministry. The only reason I have enough patience for them is solely because of God. It’s a God-given miracle that I still come back each day and look at it as a new opportunity to reach out to them. The old Sam would’ve given up a long time ago; the old Sam would’ve wanted to make the kids cry before calling it quits. I knew what was coming at the beginning of summer when I realized I was going to spend the next two months with kids. At the time I really dreaded it but I knew I had to go through with it because God had arranged it to be this way. It has been such a humbling experience learning to serve with the right heart again.
They say if you can get a handful of kids to listen to you and hold them under control, you can get an army of adults to listen to you. God must be doing something amazing with my life, and I don’t even know it.