Amidst the conversation and chatter, wrapping and eating, she spies the little boy huddled on a chair, clutching his stomach. “What’s wrong?” she asks as she gently places her hand on his back. He looks up in anguish, his face contorted in a grimace. “My tummy hurts,” he says before curling back into a little ball. She remembers back to a time when she was his age and what her father had told her in the same situation. “Let’s pray to Jesus and ask him to take away the pain, alright?”
He nods weakly and she leads him a short prayer. She then pats him on the back, “Hope you feel better soon.” As she begins to walk away, she sees him jump up with renewed energy and watches him run to his mother. “Mum, mum! Amy just prayed for me and now my tummy doesn’t hurt! Jesus healed me!” She smiles and remembers that little girl who experience a miracle of healing, cementing her belief that the God of the Bible is real and that Jesus does care, even for someone as small and insignificant as herself. She finds the little boy a few moments later and leads him in a prayer of thanksgiving.
Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever. And I love that He cares about the little things like hurting tummies. And, I love how He can use us to share His love with the young and the old.
This night was for the university students but the night was also for that little boy. I pray that he’ll never forget tonight.