My Little Kangaroo

He couldn’t sit still or pay attention. Six children, including this little boy who seemed to be a part kangaroo, were gathered in a circle listening to me explain the Gospel. These six children had just heard a Bible lesson and had come back wanting further information about salvation from their sins. But this little boy, as eager as he was to listen, could not sit still. Subsequently, neither could any of the other children. After multiple warnings and with a heavy heart, I sent him back to his seat with the rest of the class. “Please don’t make me go! Please let me stay to hear about Jesus!” he begged.

“But you’re not listening, and you’re also distracting the others,” I told him gently. “This isn’t a punishment. I promise to talk with you and answer your questions after club.” It broke my heart to send him back, but as soon as he was gone, the other children immediately seemed to focus and pay better attention. At the end of club, I made a beeline for my little “kangaroo.” “Did you still want to talk about salvation?” I asked. “Let’s start with some questions. Can you tell me what Jesus did to take care of your sin problem?”

He answered every one of my questions perfectly, sat incredibly still, and prayed on his own, in his own words, to ask Jesus to forgive his sins. “And he did! He really took them away!” He exclaimed, his face lighting up. He flipped through his Bible, intent to learn more about the God who had just adopted him into His family, and as I watched him energetically attempting to sound words out of the Bible, I couldn’t believe that it was the same boy.