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Hello Family and Friends,

Mark 10:13-15

 And they brought young children to Him, that He should touch them: and His disciples rebuked those that brought them.

But when Jesus saw it, He was much displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.

 Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the Kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein.

In our travels, we visited one church where there is a family having 13 children; yes that’s correct, thirteen!  I was playing the keyboard in the altar service so I could clearly see this family as they worshipped the Lord.  The whole family was not in attendance because some work, etc., but the several who were there, I would guess ranged in ages from 4 years to about 13 or 14 years old.  The children and their parents were intently worshiping the Lord with their eyes closed and their hands uplifted.  It was a beautiful sight to see the children loving the Lord.  My heart was touched that the parents had instilled such a love for the Lord in their children.  It was a precious sight and one I would not have seen if I had not been playing the keyboard.

Not One to Spare

Which shall it be? Which shall it be?”
I looked at John-John looked at me,
(Dear, patient John, who loves me yet,
As well as though my locks were jet),

And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak.
“Tell me again what Robert said!”
And then I, listening, bent my head.
This is his letter: ‘I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out of your seven,
One child to me for aye is given,’ “

I looked at John’s old garments worn,
I thought of all that John had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing could not share:

I thought of seven mouths to feed,
Of seven little children’s need,
And then of this- “Come, John,” said I,

“We’ll choose among them as they lie

 Asleep”; so walking hand in hand,

Dear John and I surveyed our band-
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby, slept.
Her damp curls lay like gold alight,
A glory ‘gainst the pillow white;
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: “Not her.”

We stooped beside the trundle-bed,
And one long ray of lamplight shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
in sleep so pitiful and fair.
I saw on Jamie’s rough, red cheek
A tear undried. Ere John could speak,
“He’s but a baby, too,” said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient Robbie’s angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering’s trace.
“No, for a thousand crowns, not him,
He whispered, while our eyes were dim

Poor Dick! bad Dick! Our wayward son-
Turbulent, reckless, idle one-
Could he be spared? “Nay, he who gave
Bids us befriend him to his grave;
Only a mother’s heart can be
Patient enough for such as he;
And so,” said John, “I would not dare
To send him from her bedside prayer.”

Then stole we softly up above
and knelt by Mary, child of love.
“Perhaps for her ‘twould better be,”
I said to John. Quite silently,
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in wilful way,
And shook his head, “Nay, love, not thee,”
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad-
So like his father. “No, John, no-
I cannot, will not, let him go.”

And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterwards toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed.
Happy in truth that not one face
Was missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in Heaven!

Ethel Beers

The four little guys on the left are brothers.  If you were the parents could you give one of them up as suggested in the poem above?

The little guy on the right, the pastor’s son drew the picture below for my husband.  The prominent figure in the picture below is his daddy.  The one to the right is my husband.  And the little guy on the far left is the artist.  There is something sweet and innocent about a child drawing a picture for you.  It is an act of affection.

The three girls are sisters.

Every single, solitary child of God is important to HIM!  He loves them supremely and has the utmost concern over every detail in His children’s lives.  Did you know he keeps your tears in a bottle and records each one in a book?  Did you know He keeps track of how many hairs are on your head?  I heard one preacher say if God had a refrigerator your picture would be on it!  Just as the poor family in the poem above, He has “none to spare!”  So smile, square your shoulders and walk on in the love of your Heavenly Father; after all, we are His children!


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