A little boy in our neighborhood has been eager to make new friends. New in town, only child, left with a babysitter during the day and long summer days fill his world. Having some medical issues don’t help in his quest for friendship. After observing my boys play nerf gun on our property he asked if he could join in the fun. It wasn’t long before Matthew and Aaron saw there was something different about him. Nevertheless they included him and said yes to his request to come inside and play. After two hours of playing his mom came to take him home. That night my sons forgot the rule of Everyone must help clean up and return one toy before getting a new one out. The rooms were a mess not to mention some damaged items. Seeing the disappointment on their faces I offer a lecture about when you have kids over to play stuff happens. It’s just a price you pay for friendship. If you don’t want to have boys inside to play then don’t. My first born son then replies..But Mama, you make it sound optional. What about the good commission? What I asked? You know, the good commisson in Matthew 28:18-20. Ouch. My heart was pierced. You’re right son. The Great Commission.
After praying with Matthew at his bedside and tucking him in, I thanked the Lord that he saw the importance of loving others even if they were a little different. Both of my sons learned that this boy has never been to a VBS and does not attend church anywhere. I learned again that God will put people into our lives for a reason. And that He blesses us so that we can be a blessing to others.
“The Great Commisson is not an option to be considered, but a command to be obeyed.” Hudson Taylor