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Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Tales of a Homeschool Nothing ~ Revival & Mufaro's Daughters

We took our school pictures at Smoot Park. It was a beautiful day for it!









Well, it wasn't my original plan, but ... we took last week off from school. We had revival & I mean we had REVIVAL! It has been a L O N G  T I M E  since I have felt God's presence like I did last week. I have heard other people talk about that Holy Ghost fog. Last week, I SAW it! It was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced! There wasn't a lot I could do other than raise my hands towards Heaven & cry! PRAISE GOD!!!


The only other thing "school" related that we did involved a John A Walker Center play. Mufaro's Daughters was about an African man with 2 beautiful daughters. Both of them possessed physical beauty, but only one was beautiful inside as well. They were both invited to meet the king in the hopes of becoming his wife. One used dishonesty & cruelty to try to get ahead. The other used kindness & humbleness & won the king's love.

I loved this play! The plot was wonderful, the actors were energetic & the music was enchanting. It is classified as an African Cinderella story, but what stuck out to me was the kindness shown to the king.....

Have you ever heard the story John 3:16? This is what came to my mind! Maybe, it was the state of renewed faith that I had been experiencing this week, maybe not. But I REALLY liked this play!

JOHN 3:16

I don't understand it, but In the city of Chicago, one cold, dark night, a blizzard was setting in. A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner; the people were in and out of the cold.

The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, "Mister, you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful cold in there, of a night. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay."

The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "You go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they come out the door you just say John 3:16 and they will let you in."

Then he did; he walked up the steps to the door, and knocked on the door and a lady answered. He looked up and said, "John 3:16." The lady said "Come on in, Son." She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace and she went off.

He sat there for awhile, and thought to himself "John 3:16. I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm." Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry?" He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days and I guess I could stand a little bit of food." The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat anymore. Then he thought to himself "John 3:16 ... Boy, I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a hungry boy full."

She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water and he sat there and soaked for awhile. As he soaked, he thought to himself, "John 3:16 ... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out."

The lady came in and got him, and took him to a room and tucked him into a big old feather bed and pulled the covers up around his neck and kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he laid in the darkness and looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night he thought to himself, "John 3:16 ... I don't understand it, but it sure makes a tired boy rested."

The next morning she came back up and took him down again to that same big table full of food. After he ate she took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fire place. She took a big old Bible and sat down in front of him and she looked up at and she asked, "Do you understand John 3:16?" He said, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night when the policeman told me to use it." She opened the Bible to John 3:16, and she began to explain to him about Jesus. Right there in front of that big old fireplace he gave his heart and life to Jesus.

He sat there and thought, "John 3:16. I don't understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe."

You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either, how God would be willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand it either, but it sure does make life worth living.







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