Bible Thoughts

A few Sundays ago I awoke from my slumber to a preacher speaking on our favorite radio station, FaithFM. He was telling a story of this Hispanic lady who had started coming to his church. She was a very kind and loving woman who loved Jesus deeply.

After a few months she wanted to get more involved with the church and offered to serve Jesus any way she could. She spoke with the pastor who was happy to find a ministry she could serve in. The next week the pastor approached this lady and asks if she wanted to serve in their transportation ministry. You see, this church was quite large; they had set up their own busing system to transport families and children from all over the city to their church and back again. She was very excited to serve in this ministry as Jesus had called her to serve in any way possible.

Over the next few months she rode on different buses, keeping the children occupied and getting to know people. One Sunday she was on a particular bus route when she met a young boy who was about five or six year’s old sitting alone. He was a very shy and quite boy whom she heard Jesus call to her again, minister to this young boy. She went to the pastor and told him that she had found a bus to serve on. The pastor was very happy she had found her place to serve.

During the months to follow they had developed quite a trusting friendship. A lot of the bus rides she just held him in her loving arms, much like Jesus does if you let him. Every Sunday she met him with the words “Jesus loves you” and the last thing she said to him before he went home was that “Jesus loved you”. One particular Sunday during the ride home the young boy looked into the lady’s eyes and said, “Jesus loves me”. She responded with YES! YES! He does! She felt what Jesus had sent her to accomplish was starting to happen.

The next Sunday came and this young boy did not step onto the bus, the next week was the same and each following week she waited for him and each week he did not show. A month later the pastor found out that this young boy was brutally beaten to dead by his drug addicted mother. He was found under the stairs in a garbage bag, tossed away like waste.

Now by this time I am lying there listening to this story, tears streaming down my face, feeling my breaking heart come apart at the seams. So much went through my head like, how can God allow this type of injustice? I got up and got ready for church still very disturbed by this story.

As I sat there at church, I was still pondering what I had heard. Our worship team started to play, “Cry in My Heart” and there was a lyric in the song that made it all crystal clear, “For what do I have if I don’t have you Jesus? What in this life can mean any more? You are my rock You are my glory You are the lifter of my head”. Well, the tears started again, realizing what God had revealed to me through the story and this song. This lady was placed in this boy’s life who told him that Jesus loved him and was able to respond to the lady knowing that Jesus loved him, and in his death he knew Jesus loved him.

As I was writing this, I still tear up as I feel God love which is the same love he embraced that young boy.