I took an unplanned computer break. There are times when I’m just so disgusted by this machine that rules our lives. I’m on it 8 hours a day at work and have no desire to get back on it when I’m at home. There are books to read, walks to take, dogs to play with. For the last four days, there was also High Power Soccer.
HPS has been my church’s VBS program for the last two years. Using the Wordless Book as the theme, kids from ages 5 to 11 are invited to come and learn the Gospel along with soccer skills. It’s pretty funny to watch kindergartners grapple with a ball the size of their own heads. It’s equally amusing to see the oldest kids trying not to show that they’re having a good time.
My job this year was to take each group through six memory verses, no mean feat over a four-day camp when you’re limited to seven minutes per group. We walked through the story of redemption:
God is the King, so He makes the rules.
I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of His robe filled the temple. – Isaiah 6:1b (NKJV)
When we break those rules, it’s called sin.
All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. – Romans 3:23 (NKJV)
We are separated from God. But He loves us…
I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. – Jeremiah 31:3b (NKJV)
…so He provided the solution to the problem.
God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have eternal life. – John 3:16 (NKJV)
When we accept that God is the King and that we need Him to forgive us, we get to become His kids.
Yet to all who did receive Him, to those who believe in His name, He gave the right to become children of God. – John 1:12 (NKJV)
When we become His kids, God wants us to grow.
Grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To Him be glory both now and forever. Amen. – 2 Peter 3:18 (NKJV)
All the kids knew at least the gist of the six verses by the end of the event. They were eager to learn, even the toddler group who visited the station. I didn’t know it until last night, but some of the kids who attended were entirely unchurched. They’d never even heard the name of Jesus. I can’t tell you who those kids are, but I have no doubt that they were among those who asked intelligent questions. My friends, the kids who came to HPS got it. There was nothing in them but honest curiosity and a desire to understand. They didn’t scoff at the message of salvation. They knew, on some deep level, that they had a problem with disobedience, a problem that they couldn’t fix on their own.
I am humbled. I am blessed. God revealed His love and His desire that those little ones be saved. I’m not what you’d call a kid person, but I looked forward to being with them. I got excited at the prospect of sharing truth with them. I hope that each one walked away with a new or renewed relationship with Jesus. That’s the only thing that matters. That’s the only thing that’s important. In a world where teenagers murder someone out of boredom, it is vital that kids learn the Gospel. They must know that there is hope. They must know that there is a point, a purpose. They must know that they are loved.