And they brought unto him also infants, that he would touch them: but when his disciples saw it, they rebuked them. But, Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whoso-ever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein. Luke 18:15-17
I think perhaps, one of the most cruel results of sin entering our world, is that children must suffer. They endure, not only neglect and abuse, but, so many boys and girls are afflicted with illness and disease... especially that of Cancer... Cancer of all kinds.
This is not a story that any of us want to hear... however, it needs to be told... because so many children need our prayers today!!
"Jimmy's Story!"
I think perhaps, one of the most cruel results of sin entering our world, is that children must suffer. They endure, not only neglect and abuse, but, so many boys and girls are afflicted with illness and disease... especially that of Cancer... Cancer of all kinds.
This is not a story that any of us want to hear... however, it needs to be told... because so many children need our prayers today!!
"Jimmy's Story!"
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon coming out of the operating room. She quickly said, “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?”
The surgeon eyes filled, as he said, “I’m so sorry, Sally. We did all that we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”
Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”
The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.”
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
“Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else.
I told him no at first, but Jimmy said, "Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.” She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.”
Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house.
She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried
herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter read:
“Dear Mom,
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say, I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each new day.
Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and my old stuff to play with.
But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.
Please, don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and they showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything.
The angels are so cool, mom. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I just knew it was Him! Jesus, himself took me to see God! And, guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important.
That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But, I already knew that wasn't allowed.
Well, you know what, Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you.
God wants me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him. "Where was He when I needed him?" Mom, God says, "He was in the same place with me, as when His son was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children."
Oh, and by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool?
I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight, I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great!
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore, mom. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand the pain any longer and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent the Angel of Mercy to come and get me. The angel said I was a "Special Delivery." How about that, Mom?
Remember Mom, I will always love you!
Signed, with Love from: God, Jesus & Me."
- Author Unknown
Don't let yourself get caught up in "the letter from heaven!" Although, I believe in miracles, I don't know that this actually happened.
The thoughts we should ponder is that; Jesus loves the little children, He has compassion for their sufferings and He always bids them come to Him.
A child's faith is very simple, he doesn't let it get all tangled with the philosophies of this world. His faith doesn't get caught up in corrupt teachings and the lack of conviction in people. He simply believes.
Jesus calls the little ones and we dare not get between them and Him, for they are His joy and He loves them very much!
And, the most important thing for us to learn in all of this is; Until we adults, can accept God's kingdom with faith, purity and the innocence of a child... we will never get in to heaven!
Below are simply children, "Warrior Children" who are battling with Cancer. Please keep these children in your prayers. Also keep hospitals like, St. Judes and all Children's Hospitals in your prayers.
The surgeon eyes filled, as he said, “I’m so sorry, Sally. We did all that we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”
Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”
The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.”
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
“Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else.
I told him no at first, but Jimmy said, "Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.” She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.”
Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house.
She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried
herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter read:
“Dear Mom,
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say, I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each new day.
Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and my old stuff to play with.
But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.
Please, don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and they showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything.
The angels are so cool, mom. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I just knew it was Him! Jesus, himself took me to see God! And, guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important.
That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But, I already knew that wasn't allowed.
Well, you know what, Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you.
God wants me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him. "Where was He when I needed him?" Mom, God says, "He was in the same place with me, as when His son was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children."
Oh, and by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool?
I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight, I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great!
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore, mom. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand the pain any longer and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent the Angel of Mercy to come and get me. The angel said I was a "Special Delivery." How about that, Mom?
Remember Mom, I will always love you!
Signed, with Love from: God, Jesus & Me."
- Author Unknown
Don't let yourself get caught up in "the letter from heaven!" Although, I believe in miracles, I don't know that this actually happened.
The thoughts we should ponder is that; Jesus loves the little children, He has compassion for their sufferings and He always bids them come to Him.
A child's faith is very simple, he doesn't let it get all tangled with the philosophies of this world. His faith doesn't get caught up in corrupt teachings and the lack of conviction in people. He simply believes.
Jesus calls the little ones and we dare not get between them and Him, for they are His joy and He loves them very much!
And, the most important thing for us to learn in all of this is; Until we adults, can accept God's kingdom with faith, purity and the innocence of a child... we will never get in to heaven!
Below are simply children, "Warrior Children" who are battling with Cancer. Please keep these children in your prayers. Also keep hospitals like, St. Judes and all Children's Hospitals in your prayers.
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