The eagerness of little boys – for what? He will grow on what he eats, and he needs more than veggies!
I knock, Mom answers. “I’m a Sunday School teacher. Can your son come to my class – just down a couple of blocks – 9:45 Sunday morning – meet other kids – study the Bible.”
There he stands. I looked through his eyes, into the spirit of a child. A spark, interest, excitement, new horizons. He’s about nine years old, and he is wondering what happens “out there.”
Oh, but I must listen – be polite to mom. She is explaining that they only have Sundays to sleep in – have work to do – not raised in our denomination – only Sundays to catch up on everything – having visitors over – he must rest, he was sick last week – going to spend the night with a friend – she’s been too busy to have his clothes ready …..I focus , back to this door, this mom. This is an “only-Sunday-to-sleep-in” mom. Others came from other moms, other doors.
My spirit cries, “I’m being honest. Don’t you know? Please. Can’t you see what’s in his eyes?”
Tomorrow, next week, next year – maybe two – but sometime soon, when he knows he doesn’t have to stand that close to mom, when he knows the reasons are only excuses, when the “call” cannot be quieted. Another will come. But not to mom – not to the door.
(Dedicated to little boys whose invitation comes from strangers on the playground, buddies behind the fence, the lure of online. To those who are not armed. Remember Nancy Reagan’s motto: Just Say No That has to be backed with some armor and ammo that gives strength to recognize and walk away from evil. Little Boys, I Love You. Jesus Loves You.)