I had the privilege of speaking in our Lower School chapels this week. In an effort to provide the most age-appropriate experience for our little ones, we have broken these into three different chapel times – one for just three and four-year olds (82 of them!!!), one for Kindergarten through 2nd grades, and one 3rd through 5th grades. In each of these chapels this week, the students sang a few songs, prayed, and heard a brief message from me. I spoke on our theme verse for the year, I John 3:18, that says, “Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.” To get them thinking, I asked the children how they knew that their parents loved them. Hands shot up around the room. As I called on many of them, the following answers really blessed me: “They tell me,” “They give me hugs and kisses,” “My mommy makes dinner for me and my family,” “My daddy prays with me,” and even one who said, “They discipline me.” I asked a few more foll0w-up questions and continued to be encouraged by the words coming out of the mouths of these little ones – even the very littlest three-year-olds.
A few minutes later, I asked the kids how they know that God loves them. The room was filled with raised hands. And, in all three chapel times, the very first student that I called on said, “He sent Jesus!” The next answers echoed similar thoughts of God telling us that He loves us in the Bible and taking care of us. I hope that the kids didn’t see the tear starting to form in my eye – or, maybe I hope they did. These kids get it. They know that God loves them. They know because God has told them (in His Word) and He has acted on that love. God doesn’t just love us in word and talk, but ALSO in deed and in truth. That’s what I John 3:18 teaches us. We are to love in words and talk AND then we are to act on those words. God did it for us. We are called to do the same.
I closed with talking to the kids about ways that we can love God – by telling him (in singing songs, in praying to Him, etc.) and by actually doing it (obeying Him, loving our neighbors, etc.). The kids were all smiles as we closed in prayer and told God that we loved Him, sang one more song to Him, and then were charged to live it out as they continued in their day.
Although a little exhausted after each message (it takes a good bit of energy to keep their attention), I left each chapel believing that I had probably been blessed more than the kids. Then, that thought was solidified as I walked past a couple four-year-olds on the playground. One little boy came up to me, hugged my leg, looked up and said, “Know what? My daddy prays with me, too!” OOOPS – here comes another tear!
It is such a joy to partner with Christian parents who are seeking to raise their kids in a home where Jesus is King!