Jesus Loves Me

“Hey, Christi, are you signing up for soccer?” asked Julia.

“No,” replied Christi. “I thought about it but decided not to.”


“Because some of the games are on Sunday mornings.”

            “Yeah, so?”
            “Well, I go to Sunday school.”
            “Can’t you miss a Sunday or two?”
            “I suppose I could,” said Christi. “But I don’t want to.”
            “What’s so special about Sunday school?”
            “You mean you’ve never gone?”
            “No, why should I?”
            “Well, I like going because I have fun and learn how much Jesus loves me.”
            “How do you know Jesus loves you?” asked Julia.
            “Because He died on the cross for me.”
            “What?” Julia asked.  “What do you mean He died on a cross for you?”
“He was nailed to a cross for . . .”
            “Christi, that’s disgusting!” shouted Julia. “That’s horrible. How could that prove anything to anyone?” Julia didn’t give Christi time to  answer. She just stomped away. Christi walked home from school by herself. She looked down at the ground and felt terrible. “Dear God, I’m sorry,” she cried. Tears streaming down her face, she opened the front door to her house and ran straight to her bedroom.
            “Christi, what’s the matter?” Mom asked as she stepped into her room.
            “Oh Mom,” she said. “Julia wanted me to sign up for soccer, but I told her I couldn’t because some of the games were on Sundays. I told her I liked Sunday school and learning how much Jesus loves me.”
           “Christi, I am glad you made that decision,” Mom said.
           “Mom, she asked me how I knew Jesus loved me and I told her because He was nailed to a cross for me.” Christi couldn’t talk. She cried and cried.
           “Mom, Julia said for Jesus to be nailed to a cross for me was disgusting. She cut me off and strutted down the street. Oh Mom, I feel awful.” Mom held her close and Christi sobbed big sobs.
           “Christi,” Mom said, “I know God was with you and I know He  loves you very much. When you think about it, being nailed to a cross is pretty  disgusting. It was painful and humiliating for Jesus. But He endured the cross because He loves us. You were right. People who don’t know Him don’t understand the cross. I bet you gave Julia something to think about.”
           “Oh yes,” Mom said. “I know she is a good friend and she trusts you.”
           “Do you think God will give me another chance to tell her how much Jesus loves her?”
          “It’s possible,” Mom said. “Let’s be thankful for today. God was with you.” Christi stopped crying and smiled. Mom started singing and Christi joined in,
            “Jesus loves me, this I know,
            For the Bible tells me so.
            Little ones to Him belong.
            They are weak but He is strong.
            Yes, Jesus loves me.
            Yes, Jesus loves me.
            Yes, Jesus loves me.
            The Bible tells me so.”

2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Dottie on August 6, 2011 at 7:26 am

    I love the natural situation Christ was in. It doesn’t seem a forced evangelical moment. That is cool!

    The mom’s response by helping Christi see the girl’s reason for reacting the way she did was great. Thank you for not letting the story be wrapped all nice and tidy like a 30 minute family show. Sometimes loving others isn’t neat and tidy, but takes patience to let go of them so God can have them.


  2. Thank you, Dottie. I appreciate your comments very much.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: