Every Saturday we have a Children’s Church service at CAC starting at 1 pm for the kids of the Gulfton area where we live. We pick them up at 12:30pm from different apartments around the area; there is one particular small apartment complex were we pick up about five kids, it’s called La Plaza. This past Saturday when we stopped to picked them up a kid named Junior comes up to me and the first thing he tells me is that they need prayer because something bad happened. I sat him and his brother Jovani and ask them what about, Junior tells me that his mom is in jail and they are home alone.
Junior stopped talking so I turn to Jovani and he tells me the whole story. Jovani was playing with this kid and the dad of that kid didn’t want Jovani playing with him so the dad pushes Jovani away. Jovani’s mom comes out and starts talking to the dad and they start fighting, Jovani’s sister calls the police and they come and separate them. At this point the dad of that kid is telling the police that Jovani’s mom started everything. So they took both of them away.
I’ve been through that myself when I was a kid, where the man my mom was with for nine years was taken away after the police found drugs in his car; I was relieved and scared at the same time because he abused my mom.
So when Jovani finished telling me what they went through on Friday still came to Children’s Church, it touched me because I did the same thing when I was little, I found refuge in my church. They all came out of the bus and ran inside the building ready for the service. During prayer time, I’m sitting down waiting for kids to come for prayer, Tori comes up and she tells me of a girl in her school that passed away during the week . So I prayed for her family and she tells me that the girl passed away in her sleep. Another girl comes up and she wants to pray for her sister that passed away just the other day. This happened a couple times, girl after girl telling me that someone they knew passed away not too long ago, and I’m just sitting there trying my hardest not to cry with them. All I could do was to pray for them, give the situation to God and encourage them to do the same for the family.
After the service everyone goes outside to eat and play. Later on when it’s time for the kids to get back on the bus to be taken home, Junior, Jovani and their sister don’t get back on the bus so I was wondering what happen? Well it was because one of our leaders had asked Roy and Leslie to prepare some extra food so that the children will have something for dinner and to take them home to make sure there was an adult home and that they were going to be okay.
When dealing with situations like these it’s important to always tell the kids that God has a plan for all of us and that only He can help us, no matter what happens in life. Jesus has the victory over everything, even death! “Oh death, where is your victory? "O death, where is your sting? The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1 Corinthians 15:55-57. Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. Please pray for our kids.
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