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stevi_holy
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WHEN James was three, he was my buddy. He was always energetic and enthusiastic. When he talked, his mouth could hardly form the words fast enough, and his little arms and legs were a whirlwind of expressive motion. Worship time would find James sitting in my lap. We sang together enthusiastically, and during prayer time I could feel his warm breath on my face as he checked closely to make sure my eyes were closed.
Best of all was the day when James took my face between his hands, pulled me close, looked right into my eyes and said, "You love me!" His words hit me like a brick. What a wonderful criterion he had used to choose me as his friend! James had chosen me because he knew that first I had loved him. I had taken my Lord's advice and welcomed a child in his name, and that child, in turn, helped me to see John's words in 1 John 4:19 in a more personal way. How much deeper my understanding of God's love for me and my love for God has become since I viewed it afresh because of the simple words of a three-year-old!
Best of all was the day when James took my face between his hands, pulled me close, looked right into my eyes and said, "You love me!" His words hit me like a brick. What a wonderful criterion he had used to choose me as his friend! James had chosen me because he knew that first I had loved him. I had taken my Lord's advice and welcomed a child in his name, and that child, in turn, helped me to see John's words in 1 John 4:19 in a more personal way. How much deeper my understanding of God's love for me and my love for God has become since I viewed it afresh because of the simple words of a three-year-old!
