Title: Young Jesus Wandering in Secret (8)
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My child, your child, our child
“Eat and drink around a table, this is our paradise”
Late in the evening, as I was walking down a residential area, I heard a hymn from somewhere. My ears flashed. This is because family worship is a bad year these days. I, Jesus, approached the front door and cheered for the service with prayer.
Worship was led by a high school son, and the message was read by a middle school daughter as a representative. It was my mother's voice that unraveled the Word of God. From among the words her daughter read, the mother repeated the main verse to all the family once again: “Father, into your hands I entrust my soul.”
Hearing up to that point, I, Jesus, wanted to give the pastor a clap. But I persevered.
“As you all know, in our family, you are the son that your father brought, you are the daughter that your mother brought, and the youngest child is not the child your father and mother gave birth to. It is a very difficult family to become one. But, how happy we are that we all took up the cross for each other and built a loving family.”
And then, I asked for prayer.
“All five members of our family must become a saved family. Let's pray that we put our souls into God's hands this evening, as Jesus did, and that we will return them tomorrow morning."
Soon, the sound of praying together with their voices could be heard even outside the house. My mother wept bitterly. I couldn't hear my father's prayers very well. Son and daughter were strong voices. The youngest went to the very end and shouted only ‘Amen’ out loud. After memorizing the prayer that Jesus taught me, the family worship service was over, and then dinner began.
"Honey. It seems that the pastor said something important to our family last week...”
The husband asked his wife. I, Jesus, just prayed a blessing and was about to leave, but I had a premonition that there might be a better testimony. So I pricked up my ears and stood a little longer.
“It is said that on Mother's Day, we were selected as model families and we were given awards. So I was very dry. If we do that, we won't be able to come to this church. My children, your children, and our children will be exposed all at once, so how can they lead a church life?”
When I heard that, tears welled up in my eyes as well. Because it was the pain I experienced firsthand. I, Jesus, were my mother's son, and the other brothers and sisters were children of my mother and father Joseph. Maybe that's why, my brother and sisters at one time mixed the insides of my mother and my eldest brother, Jesus.
However, they have become such a beautiful family through faith in the cross.. When they all come to heaven, I will award you a great model family award.