In the Words of Jesus Christ, “Unless you become like little children, you cannot enter the Kingdom of God”. Mathew 18:3

I have always loved watching little children, to understand what sets them apart from us adults. One marvellous thing I noticed, is their ABILITY TO JUST BELIEVE AND OBEY ONCE THEY BELIEVE. As I write this article to introduce to you the Chilren’s Ministry at ELFC, I recollect my own experiences as a Sunday School Teacher. There was this little girl who came to Sunday School week after week and one Sunday she told me,”Aunty I believe and love Jesus Christ. But ; as I am unable to boldly tell my parents, everytime I had to worship the idols we had at home, I would close my eyes pretending to participate but only thought of my Jesus”.

Fast forwarding to the present, I would especially like to mention our toddlers between the age of 1 and 3. First we have Joanne who is just a year and a half old and seems to enjoy emulating my worship style and prays over people claiming the victory over their lives by the Blood of Jesus. Then we have little Ramona who is two and enjoys song and worship, Christina who is 3 years old grasps the words of worship songs fast and memorises Bible verses. Watching these little girls and boys and THEIR ENTHUSIASM for worshiping the Lord Jesus Christ, my heart is filled with joy to know that they ARE THE NEXT GENERATION CHRISTIAN LEADERS and at Sunday School, we are investing our time moulding them.

Only to stress my point further, I would like to tell you of a True Life Incident

The story is told of a young Filipino girl as she stood outside the doorway of a church intrigued by the love and joy displayed by those inside. The missionary had asked her to come in, but she had politely declined. It wasn't because she didn't want to accept the kind offer --- Quite the opposite; her heart was beckoning her to join in their singing and worship. They seemed so happy, and the fellowship was so spontaneous and natural. But this was a hostile area in the Philippines, and her father had strictly forbidden her to have anything to do with "those Christians".

Unknown to the little Filipino girl, the missionary was praying fervently for her soul. She was longing to see the day when the girl would visit the village church and learn of Jesus and how Jesus shed His blood on a cross so that her sins could be washed away. The girl knew something was happening because each week she found it harder and harder to say no to the missionary.

Finally one Sunday morning she accepted the invitation to attend the Sunday school class. When she did she opened her heart to Jesus and became a child of God. The missionary, overjoyed with the new believer, soon presented her with a beautiful white dress, representing that Jesus had washed all her sins away.

Eager to see her new disciple, the missionary rushed to the next Sunday service. But the girl was nowhere to be found. No one had seen or heard of her whereabouts. Concerned for the girl, the missionary traveled to her village.

Upon arriving at her home, the missionary found the young, new believer lying in the dirt. Her white dress was torn, filthy, and soaked in blood. The girl's father hadn't shared the missionary's joy in his daughter's newfound faith. In a drunken rage he had beaten her, repeatedly kicked her, and left her to die.

The missionary gently lifted the fragile girl and carried her back to the church where a doctor rushed to help. But there was nothing he could do. He removed the ragged dress and cleaned her up, but her injuries were too severe. The young Filipino girl would soon die.

The missionary and other friends stayed with her, trying to comfort her during her final hour. Upon regaining consciousness she made an unusual request. Despite the pain and trauma of her father's beating, she was insistent on holding the white dress the missionary had given her. They explained that it was torn and soaked with blood and dirt, but she insisted on having it in her hands. With the simple faith of a ten-year-old she whispered, "I just want Jesus to know I was willing to bleed for Him".