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Posted 3/11/14 at 9:44 AM | Children's Bible Hour
Tom was a little nervous as he waited for his turn to read the essay he had written for the Grandparents' Day program. Grandpa smiled encouragingly as they listened while other classmates read their papers.
Katie was the first reader. "I like my grandma because she takes me shopping and buys me lots of stuff," Katie read. She went on to list several gifts her grandmother had gotten for her.
Robert was next. "I like my grandma because she bakes cakes and cookies for me. My grandpa gives me candy all the time. I like them both. The end."
"Grandpa never scolds me," Amanda read. "He takes me out to eat and I can have whatever I want. Grandma lets me stay up late when I sleep there. Grandma and Grandpa let me watch whatever I want on TV, too." Amanda sat down.
Finally, it was Tom's turn. "My grandpa is my friend," read Tom. "He always takes time to listen to me. He helps me when I need him. Grandpa scolds me when I'm bad because he wants me to be good. But he always loves me, no matter what." When Tom finished, his grandfather gave him a big smile. FULL POST
Posted 3/10/14 at 10:00 AM | Children's Bible Hour
Janelle slipped a box of matches and a candle out of the kitchen cabinet, and headed for her room. After carefully locking her door, she lit the candle and placed it on a corner of her brand new desk. Her hand glided across the shiny top. I love this desk. she thought. It's so pretty--especially with a candle on it! I'm always going to take super-good care of it!
Janelle picked up a book and began to read. She had read only a page when she heard Angie, her little sister, outside her door. "Janelle, I want to come in," called Angie. "Open the door!" Janelle ignored her. "Mommy!" Angie called loudly. "Janelle won't let me in her room."
With a fast beating heart, Janelle reached for the candle to blow it out. But in her haste she knocked it over. To her horror, a piece of paper on her desk caught fire! But it was a small piece, and the flame went out quickly. She sighed in relief, picked up the whole mess, shut it in her closet, and unlocked her door. "Angie, why don't you play in your own room?" she said as Mom came to see what the trouble was. "I'm busy." FULL POST
Posted 3/7/14 at 8:59 AM | Children's Bible Hour
"Here's ten dollars," said Mom as handing Juan a shopping list and the money. "That will be a little more than you need. Get everything on the list, and you may keep the change."
"All right!" exclaimed Juan. He took the money and headed for the store. He got the items for his mother and went to pay for them, pleased to hear that he'd have a whole dollar and twenty-seven cents to keep for himself.
As Juan started home, he pulled the change from his pocket, then looked at it in surprise. Ten dollars and twenty-seven cents! he thought. Wow! The cashier gave me the wrong amount. Awesome! I'll get some candy and save the rest for Saturday when I go to the amusement park with Steve. Juan felt a little uncomfortable with his decision. He knew most of the money didn't really belong to him, but he hesitated only a moment before stopping at another store to buy candy. FULL POST
Posted 3/6/14 at 8:58 AM | Children's Bible Hour
Shannon laughed as she watched her little brother crawl around the lawn with Zach, his one-year-old cousin. "Josh was proud when he turned three, but I guess he's going back to being a baby again," Shannon said when Mom came outside.
"Copying your cousin, are you, Josh?" said Mom, picking up little Zach. "Well, lunch is ready. You bring Josh in with you, okay, Shannon?"
During lunch, Zach dumped his bowl of food on the floor, and the next minute Shannon jumped as a piece of bread hit her face. "Joshua!" exclaimed Mom sternly. "You know better than to throw food."
"Yeah, Josh. Cut that out!" scolded Shannon. She sighed. "Why does Josh copy Zach?" she wondered. "Zach should copy Josh instead." FULL POST
Posted 3/5/14 at 9:14 AM | Children's Bible Hour
Rachel stumbled into her aunt's house and collapsed on the couch, sobbing. Aunt Karen knelt beside her. "What's the matter, honey? I thought you were playing with the kids next door. What happened?"
"I'm fat and ugly," wailed Rachel. "The kids call me Tootsie Roll." She choked on the words.
"Oh, sweetie, you may be a little overweight, but you're not one bit ugly," Aunt Karen said. Her heart ached for Rachel. "I understand how you feel, though," Aunt Rachel added solemnly. "The kids used to call me Tugboat."
"Really?" Rachel stared at her slender aunt. "Why would they call you that?"
Aunt Karen smiled. "When I was your age, I was overweight, too," she said. "I felt so hurt when my classmates teased me. I decided I would do my best to look better. More exercise and a well balanced diet made a lot of changes for me--it can for you, too, but it takes time. It doesn't happen overnight." Aunt Karen smiled. "But then one day I realized it's not what's on the outside that matters the most. It's the inside that really counts." FULL POST
Posted 3/4/14 at 9:29 AM | Children's Bible Hour
"Hey, Steve! How many raffle tickets do you need?" asked Logan as the boys walked home from school.
"None," Steve replied. "I don't buy raffle tickets."
"I don't mean buy them," Logan said. "I mean how many do you think you can sell?"
"None," Steve repeated.
"What do you mean, none?" objected Logan. "We all have to sell them to earn money for our class project. If you don't, you won't be doing your share!"
"Well, it doesn't seem right to sell them to other people when I don't think it's right for me to buy them myself," said Steve. But as he spoke, Steve wondered if he should give in and sell the tickets. It doesn't seem to bother other Christian kids in my class, so maybe it shouldn't bother me, either, he thought. After all, Logan's right when he says I should do my share. But I really think Dad's right, too . . . that buying raffle tickets is like gambling, and that's not a good thing. FULL POST
Posted 3/3/14 at 10:00 AM | Children's Bible Hour
Carlos slumped down in his chair and sighed. His mother had given him the news he dreaded most: they were going to move again. "This always happens just when I'm getting to like my school and know a lot of the guys! Doesn't the Army know we've moved enough already?" he grumbled.
"I know how you feel," said Mom. "I used to feel like you do about moving so often."
"But you don't anymore?" asked Carlos. "You like moving now?" He scowled as he flipped his math paper over and over.
Mom shook her head. "No, I can't say I really like to move so often, but Dad and I have decided that each move means a new mission field for us."
"A mission field?" asked Carlos. "To me, moving just means giving up my friends and trying to make new ones and going to a new school and church and not knowing anybody--again!"
Mom nodded. "I know. That's the part of moving I don't like either. But do you remember when we moved here and Mrs. Evans visited us the very day we moved in?" Carlos remembered--mostly because she had brought a great big plateful of chocolate chip cookies. "When I got to know her better," said Mom,"I was able to invite her to church and later lead her to the Lord."
Carlos remembered that, too. The whole Evans family attended church now. FULL POST
Posted 3/2/14 at 11:33 AM | Children's Bible Hour
"Theo, you forgot to pray for Carter today," said Liz after her older brother finished his prayer at the breakfast table.
"You're not supposed to criticize other people's prayers," grumbled Theo. "Anyhow, I gave up praying for Carter. It wasn't working. He's not interested in coming to Sunday school or Bible club or anything."
As Mom put bread into the toaster, Liz looked at her brother. "You only prayed for Carter for two weeks," she said accusingly.
"Who's counting? Besides, God could save him in two seconds if He wanted to," Theo answered defensively. "Remember the story of Saul? God came to him in a blinding light, and he repented right away!" Mom frowned as Theo spoke. Then she leaned over and popped up the bread in the toaster. "Are you sure the toast is done already?" Theo asked. "That didn't take long." FULL POST
Posted 2/28/14 at 10:13 AM | Children's Bible Hour
As she sat in the old porch swing with her grandmother, Robyn watched the first stars appear in the sky. "I love spending the weekend here," said Robyn.
"I'm so glad you do. I enjoy having you visit," Grandma replied with a smile. "In a little while we'll go in for hot cocoa and a Bible story."
Robyn frowned. "I like the Bible stories," she said, "but Mom makes me learn a lot of Bible verses, and I don't like that. What's the point of learning so many?"
"They help you know how to please God and make the right decisions," said Grandma firmly.
"But . . . I could just as well read some every day and not go to all the trouble of memorizing them," Robyn insisted. And no matter how many reasons Grandma gave to show that learning verses was worthwhile, Robyn was not convinced.
Soon after drifting off to sleep that night, Robyn was awakened by Muffy, Grandma's cat, crying at the front door. I guess Muffy wasn't around when Grandma went to bed, thought Robyn. I'll go let him in. She crept quietly out of bed and into the dark hall. "Ouch!" she exclaimed a moment later when she stubbed her toe on a chair. Robyn was still holding her toe when Grandma opened her door and turned on the light. "Oh, Grandma," said Robyn, "Muffy's crying to come in. I didn't want to wake you, but I stubbed my toe!" FULL POST
Posted 2/27/14 at 9:13 AM | Children's Bible Hour
Staci came home in tears. "I don't have any friends," she wailed. "I wish we'd never moved here!"
"I'm sorry," sympathized Mom. "Let's talk about how you can change that."
"I can't do anything! The kids just stare at me and walk right on by," Staci sobbed. "I'm so lonely."
The door flew open, and Staci's brother Troy blew in like a whirlwind. "Hey, Mom, is it all right if I go over to Jesse's house for a couple of hours?" he asked. "He wants me to see his new dog, and he needs help with his science project."
Mom nodded. "Just be home by five-thirty," she said.
"Right!" agreed Troy, and the door slammed behind him.
Staci blew her nose. "You and Dad and Troy know all kinds of people already. Why aren't they friendly to me like they are to all of you?"
Mom frowned. "Staci, you've been looking for someone to be a friend to you, but Troy and Dad and I have found people that we could be friendly toward. Stop looking for a friend, and start trying to be one." FULL POST