Posted by Shel on Sunday, 15 February 1998, at 2:18 p.m.
I was one of those children. I grew up in a non-Christian home with an alcoholic father. No matter where we lived, there was always a church that would send someone to pick me up and take me to church. I learned who God was, and that He loved me through these precious people. I don't know how they ever found out about me, but there was always someone to take me to church.
When I was nine years old, I went on an outreach with the pastor and some other children to pass out flyers for revival services our little Baptist church was having. My parents came to those services, and gave their lives to God. Our whole life was transformed.
I thank God that He loved me so much that He put people in my path from a very early age. I know it is so difficult to see how He can work with these children who come from unsaved homes. But, I believe that if just one of them is reached, and that seed is planted in their hearts, it's worth it. I don't know where I would be if it hadn't been for the many people who took an interest in a little "heathen" girl.
Because of my experience, God has given me a burden for these types of children. Children who don't even know who David and Goliath are, much less Jesus. Yes, they are under someone else's authority, so it makes it difficult to disciple them. But, God wants these little ones to hear the message of His love. Any many times, parents come to know God as a result of someone ministering to their children. My philosophy has always been, "If you want to bless someone, bless their children."
Hope this rambling message gives you a different perspective on outreach ministry.
In Christ's Love,