A month ago at Sunday morning worship time with the 4+5 year olds I asked the kids to be quite and pretend Jesus was whispering in their ears. I asked them to listen closely and hear what he was saying to them. After a pause I asked if anyone wanted to share what he said to them. I started by saying I thought he said he thought I was doing a good job. A few kids that day said "I can't hear anything". "You have to listen with your heart. To listen with your heart you have to be quiet on the outside and on the inside" I said "It's hard to be quiet on the inside, but God is always speaking to you if you can listen".
One demure little girl whispered, "He said he loves me". "Oh yes," I said "I'm sure he told you that". She smiled. Then a little girl who had been a bit of a wild indain that day spoke up. "Come" she said. "What?" I asked. "Come" she said again clearly. "Ohhh! He told you to come!" I said. It didn't seem so profound then, although I was sure that's what God was telling her. But I've been mulling over that word for weeks now. "Let the little children come to me" Jesus said, I read in my bible a week later. He is calling them and they can hear it.
