By Ron Mouser
“Am I going to have to wait until I’m an old man to teach people about the Lord?” our nine-year old son blurted out in frustration. Earlier, Caleb had overheard my wife and me discussing who would run her weekly Bible class in the village during her absence… and he felt like it should be him. After all, I had just prayed with him the night before about God using him to minister to others. This was his opportunity.
“But there are about 30 kids in the class. Many of them are around your age or older. I don’t know if they will listen to you. And mommy and daddy won’t be there to help you,” Ivonne insisted.
My little boy’s eyes looked watery as I leaned over and hugged him.
“Prepare your lesson and pray,” I whispered in his ear. “If it’s the right time, God will open the door.” So Caleb prepared a kids’ Bible class complete with songs, topic-related games and coloring pages. We rehearsed the Bible story and its application on our way out to the village. And then it happened. Nobody else was prepared to take the group, so I assigned a few ladies to assist my nine-year old son as he taught his first one-hour Bible class.
At the end of the study, he was ecstatic and I was amazed at how once again God had taken a bad situation and brought something beautiful out of it.
Ron and his family are full time missionaries with World Indigenous Missions in Chiapas, Mexico. This story was originally published in his e-newsletter. Click here to subscribe.