Sometimes I get goose pimples when I look back at where I was before I met Christ and compare it to where I am now. My life has changed so much that I often wondered why I waited so long to follow the savior. Even so, It has been a long journey with lots of ups and downs, but I would not trade it for anything else.
As I get deeper into my journey, I have learned that God’s favor toward men comes in parcels. Sometimes they are big; other times they are so small one can hardly recognize them. And that is where a lot of Christians lose faith and stumble. We fail to thank God for small mercies because we set our sights on the big shiny things. And when those things do not materialize, we blame God.
I did not choose to follow Christ because I expect him to rain mana down on me. I followed Him because He was the only one that was willing to give me a second chance. He opened His arms and said: “come.” And I yield His call. I am glad I did because I did not know I was a dead man walking until I met Him.
Jesus’ overall goal was to save souls for the Kingdom of God. But He loved children.
Matthew 19 depicts an exciting interaction between Jesus and little children. The Bible says Jesus departed Galilee and entered the coast of Judaea. A multitude followed him, and he healed them.
Then the people brought several small children unto Jesus that He may lay hands on them and pray. His disciples objected. But Jesus over-ruled them and said: ” Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”