CHILDREN ONES

(LAST UPDATED - OCTOBER 23, 2006)

AM I A FIREMAN YET?


   In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukaemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up & fulfil all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukaemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dream to come true.
   She took her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?"
   Mommy, "I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true."
Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her 6 year old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.
   Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. We can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat - not a toy -- one with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast."
   Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program.
   Having his dream come true, with all the Love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy, that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible. One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse – who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die alone – began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition.
   The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favour? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system, that there is not a fire? It's the department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?
   About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window--------
16 fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room. With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they LOVED him. With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, "Chief, am I really a fireman now?"
   "Billy, you are - and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your  hand," the chief said. With those words, Billy smiled and said, "I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing.." He closed his eyes one last time.

DADDY'S DAY AT SCHOOL

Her hair up in a pony tail,
her favourite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates,
on this Daddy's Day

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home

But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all
About a dad she never sees,
a dad who will never call.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called,
a student from the class
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching,
for a man who wasn't there

"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out
She probably doesn't have one,"
a student dared to shout

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to begin

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away
But I know he wishes
he could be with me on this day

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so

He loved to tell me stories,
he taught me to ride my bike
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite

We used to share fudge sundaes
and ice cream in a cone
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing all alone

'Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be here in my heart"

With that her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favourite dress

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star
And if he could he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day

And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed
But there placed on her desktop,
was a beautiful fragrant pink rose

And a child was blessed, if only a moment,
by the love of her shining bright star
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

 FROM THE KIDS

J
ESUS' DAD'S NAME

A Sunday school teacher asked her class, "What was Jesus' mother's name?" One child answered, "Mary." The teacher then asked, "Who knows what Jesus' father's name was?" A little kid said, "Verge." Confused, the teacher asked, "Where did you get that?" The kid said, "Well, you know they are always talking about Verge n' Mary.''
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3-year-old, Reese: "Our Father, Who does art in heaven, Harold is His name. Amen."
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A little boy was overheard praying: "Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. I'm having a real good time like I am."
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After the christening of his baby brother in church, Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong.
Finally, the boy replied, "That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I wanted to stay with you guys."
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I had been teaching my three-year old daughter, Caitlin, the Lord's Prayer for several evenings at bedtime, and she would repeat after me the lines from the prayer.
Finally, she decided to go solo. I listened with pride as she carefully enunciated each word right up to the end of the prayer: "Lead us not into temptation," she prayed,
"but deliver us some E-mail.
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One particular four-year-old prayed, "And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets."
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A Sunday school teacher asked her children, as they were on the way to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"
One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."
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Six-year-old Angie and her four-year-old brother Joel were sitting together in church. Joel giggled, sang, and talked out loud. Finally, his big sister had had enough.
"You're not supposed to talk out loud in church." "Why? Who's going to stop me?" Joel asked. Angie pointed to the back of the church and said, "See those two men standing by the door? They're hushers."
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 A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin, 5 and Ryan 3. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson. "If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, 'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.'" Kevin turned to his younger brother and said, "Ryan, you be Jesus!"
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 A father was at the beach with his children when the four-year-old son ran up to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore where a seagull lay dead in the sand. "Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked.  "He died and went to Heaven," the Dad replied. The boy thought a moment and then said, "Did God throw him back down?"
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A wife invited some people to dinner.  At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said, "Would you like to say the blessing?"
 "I wouldn't know what to say," the girl replied.
 "Just say what you hear Mommy say," the wife answered. The daughter bowed her head and said, "Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?" 
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A little girl was in deep concentration while creating a drawing. Her mother asked her what she was drawing and received the curt reply,  "God." Her mother responded, "But no one knows what God looks like!" The little girl replied, "They will now!"

A BOY AND A DOG

    A storeowner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies for Sale". Signs have a way of attracting children, and soon a little boy appeared at the store and asked, "How much are you gonna sell those puppies for?"
    The storeowner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50."The little boy reached into his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37, can I look at them?"
    The storeowner smiled and whistled. Out of the back of the store came his dog running down the aisle followed by five little puppies. One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the
lagging, limping puppy. "What's wrong with that little dog?" he asked.
    The man explained that when the puppy was born the vet said it had a bad hip socket and would limp for the rest of its life. The little boy got really excited and said, "That's the puppy I want to buy!"
    The man replied, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll give him to you." The little boy got upset. He looked straight into the man's eyes and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. He is worth every bit as much as the other dogs and I'll pay the full price. In fact, I will give you $2.37 now and 50 cents every month until I have him paid for."
    The man countered, "You really don't want to buy this puppy, son. He's never gonna be able to run, jump and play like other puppies."
    The little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the man and said, "Well, I don't run so well myself and the little puppy will need someone who understands."
    The man was now biting his bottom lip. Tears welled up in his eyes...He smiled and said, "Son, I hope and pray that each and every one of these puppies will have an owner such as you."
    In life it doesn't matter who you are, but whether someone appreciates you for what you are, and accepts you and loves you unconditionally.

EXPLANATION OF GOD

   This was written by an 8 year old, Danny Dutton of Chula Vista, CA, for his third grade homework assignment. The assignment was to explain God.  Could any of us could do as well???
   “One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth.
   He doesn't make grownups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn't have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.
   God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because he hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off.
   God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting his time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have.
   Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church.
   Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind, like his father, and he told His Father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K.”
   This is my favorite part.
   “His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done and all his Hard work on earth so he told him he didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones he can take care of himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.
   You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.
   You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God.
   Don't skip church or do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides, the sun doesn't come out until noon anyway.
   If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared, in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.
   But...you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and he can take me back anytime he pleases. And...that's why I believe in God.” 

GOD BLESS
AND THANK GOD FOR CHILDREN SAYING GRACE!

    Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, “God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!”
    Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark, “That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I never!”
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, “Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?”
   As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
   He winked at my son and said, “I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.
   “Really?” my son asked.
   “Cross my heart,” the man replied. Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), “Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes.”
   Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, “Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already.”

A Baby's Hug

   We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the highchair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
   I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik.
   My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there." Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo." Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were very embarrassed.
   We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed.
   As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship.
   Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labour, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever
loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."
   Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain.
I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
   With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me." I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.
   I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the
Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."

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