It was our second day of the kid’s club and the puppets had just, in their child-friendly manner, explained how Jesus pays for our sins. Now, in our small groups, we played games to learn 1 John 3:16 “This is how we know what love is; Jesus Christ laid down his life for us.” We sang it, whispered it, shouted it and…“Khadija” (name changed), a mother’s voice called this sweet, attentive girl who’d been there since the start of the week. “Khadija,” her mother called again. A few minutes later, Khadija came running back suddenly, handing me her registration book “I need to leave for good.”
“Ok, see you later.” I tried to smile, recognising the spiritual battle playing out before my eyes. The other kids corrected me: “No, she’s not coming back, she’s left.” “Well, she might come back.” I kept on smiling. How could I explain to them that God could do all things, and that I was asking God to bring her back?
And so, we prayed.
The next day, during the puppet show, she drove by with her brother and parents in a car. I saw her through the tinted windows and wondered, did she yearn as much to come back as I yearned for her to come? Yet I was fully incapable of convincing her parents otherwise.
And so we prayed.
The next day was the last day of our outreach, and during the games time, her absence still hung on me. “God, please,” I prayed. Then suddenly, while we were singing, she appeared, grabbed her card and joined the group. Attentive as ever, she listened eagerly. We still don’t know what happened in her family, or how she was able to come. But one thing I do know – prayer is powerful and effective!