Just before Mother’s Day, a class of first graders were discussing a picture
of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different color hair than
the other family members. One child suggested that he was adopted and a
little girl said, “I know all about adoptions because I was adopted.
“What does it mean to be adopted?” asked another child.
“It means,” said the girl, “that you grew in your mommy’s heart instead of
Stories of those who truly understood and cared for others abound on the
‘net. But the winner for me was a four year old child whose next door
neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon
seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard,
climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy
said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”
Whenever I’m disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about
little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in a school play. His
mother told me that he’d set his heart on being in it, though she feared he
would not be chosen.
On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after
school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement.
“Guess what Mom,” he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a
lesson to me: “I’ve been chosen to clap and cheer.”
Dr Bob Griffin
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”