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Pravin Kumar
Age: 60 Zodiac: 
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 9:48 am |
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Once while in church the priest asked the congregation to come up and tell the people what God had done for them the week before; I watched as different people, husbands and wives, mothers and fathers some with tears in their eyes, some even breaking down came forward and spoke of wonderful things God had done for them the past week, of jobs they had got back, children healed and many miracles that had taken place.
But I noticed something peculiar; when children came forward, they spoke of the same wonderful acts of God, but they behaved as if it was the most normal thing for God to do for them: No tears or emotion.
And it made me think that isn't it sad we grownups should think it wonderful for God to hear prayer?
A little boy in one of the schools in Edinburgh, attended a prayer meeting and during the course of the meeting he said to his teacher who had conducted the prayer meeting, "Teacher, I wish my sister could be made to read the Bible. She never reads it."
"Why should your sister read the Bible, Johnny?"
"Because if she should once read it, I am sure it would do her good, and it would change her life."
"Do you think so, Johnny?"
"Yes, I do, sir, and I wish the next time there's a prayer meeting you would ask the people to pray for my sister that she may begin to read the Bible."
"Well, it shall be done, John."
So the teacher mentioned that a little boy was very anxious that prayer should be offered that his sister might begin to read the Bible. As the people began to pray for his sister the teacher noticed that John had left his seat and had got up and gone out.
The teacher thought it very rude of the boy to disturb the people in a crowded room, and so the next day when the lad came, he said, "John, I thought it was very rude of you to get up in the prayer meeting and go out. You ought not to have done so."
"But sir," said the boy, "I did not mean to be rude. I thought I would just go home and see my sister reading her Bible for the first time."
That is the faith of a little child.
And the child believes that it can happen and miracles do happen, how strange that slowly over the years we stop believing?
I wonder whether a day will come when we will turn to each other and say in the most matter of fact voice, "Oh by the way God helped me today you know..!"
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