Meet the Kids
One evening at Bible study, one of the ladies pointed out a pretty good-sized group of predominately little boys who come to church most Sundays. Many have very little English, but they keep coming to our English-speaking church. We decided as a group to come early one Sunday to…”Meet the kids”. We showed up an hour before services started and called the handful who were running around over to us. They certainly thought they were in trouble, so we quickly pulled out the cookies and started talking to them. All the non-Kinyarwanda speaking people had a ministry partner to help them translate. There were a lot of assumptions I had made about these kids—I figured they were mostly street kids with no parents and were there just to steal from people at church. I was talking with one of the shyer ones and had my ministry partner ask him why he came to church. He told her in Kinyarwanda that he comes because he wants to go to Heaven. Shame on me! I’m not sure what he learned, but I certainl