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Giver of Life

While I was tutoring someone in the orphanage, there was a boy lying motionless on the couch nearby. He wasn't sleeping, but he seemed pretty tuned-out.

This boy is younger than the others and was moved from another group-maybe because of learning/behavioral problems, maybe so his older sister can keep an eye on him. I'm not sure. But it seems so rare to see him happy; enjoying something; engaged.

I was thinking about him later in the evening. "Lord, give me a scripture," I prayed.

"I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly." (Jn. 10:10)

Children, I pray that you might have life!


  1. I love this. I love this a lot.

  2. IstheBibleevenTrue?January 17, 2010 at 6:41 AM

    Why did you love it Kendra? I am not sure I do. a) That boy might have come from an alcoholic family. His life is pretty much over. He has no ability to become anything of a value to the society.

    Let me give you an example. When the american soldiers come back from the military actions back to their families and communities, they are pretty much ruined for, what we would call, a normal life style. Their psychic is totally destroyed (when you see the real death and destruction, it will do it to you. You will be changed, "ruined" for the rest of your life).

    The same is true for the little boys and girls who grew up in the families of alcoholic fathers and mothers. Their little souls are doomed for destruction. They can't get better. They will always be one step away from destroying themselves. Can Jesus save them? I don't know. Jesus didn't save millions of Jews Hitler gassed in the gas chambers. The Haitians are lying on the streets dead as we speak. Where is God or Jesus in all of this?

    So.... what is it so great about all of this that you like it Kendra?

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  4. I love:

    "I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly." (Jn. 10:10)

    I daily pray for the children I teach, too. I love that Elizabeth cares and prays for her students. She has a big heart for them. All children desperately need someone to love them unconditionally.

    I do not love when children are in pain. How could anyone love when children are in pain? I am not here to cause distress. I love Elizabeth's heart and her prayers for the children. That is all.


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