Friday, October 7, 2011

Childlike Faith

Tonight, I was reminded of a story in my old devotional. It was exactly what I needed to read. Let me share it with you:

This little story is about a little boy whose grandmother promised him a stamp album for Christmas. The little boy was so excited! Christmas came....with no word from grandma...and no stamp album. After Christmas passed, the little boy was proudly naming all his presents to his playmates. Then to his mother's astonishment, he said, "And I got a stamp album from my grandma!"

She mentioned it to him saying, "Georgie, you did not get a stamp album. Why did you say you did?"

He simply replied, "Well, Mamma, grandma said, so it is the same as." What faith!

Days passed and still no word from grandma came. The mother told the little boy that it looked like his grandma had forgotten her promise. The boy replied, "Oh no, Momma. She hasn't." Then a few minutes passed and he said, "Do you think it would do any good if I should write to her thanking her for the album?" She said he could give it a try. So a letter was sent. In a short time, a letter came for Georgie which said, My dear Georgie, I have not forgotten my promise to you, of an album. I tried to get such a book as you desired, but could not get the kind you wanted; so I sent on to New York. It did not get here until after Christmas, and it was still not right, so I sent for another, and as it has not come yet, I send you three dollars to get one in Chicago. Your loving grandma.

As he read the letter, he face lit up and he said, "Now, Momma, didn't I tell you?"

The end of the devotional left this profound statement - It is so human to want sight when we step out on the promises of God, but our Savior said to Thomas, and to the long roll of doubters who have ever since followed him: "Blessed are they who have not seen, and yet have believe."

Mark 11:24 -
"...What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them."


Lisa said...

What a sweet story. :) And at the same time - so true!

Anonymous said...

....or she forgot and the little boy, instead of graciously accepting that gifts are not a right, sent a rude and demanding thank you card as a not-too-subtle attempt to shame the grandmother into sending him the gift he wanted. I get where you are trying to go... but this is a terrible parable. Faith could be believing in Grandma's love despite the gift attached--we don't get to just keep "thanking" God until God sends up $3.

Kristen Elizabeth Lee said...

I would like to know who you are. I have received several negative comments from "anonymous" and I'd like to know if you are the same commenter. Who are you? Do you know me?

Anonymous said...

This is the only comment I have posted on your blog. I do not know you. Just a fellow Christian who is dropping by to say hello.

Kristen Elizabeth Lee said...

Okay. Thank you for letting me know

As to your comment, the whole point is FAITH. His grandma said....she he took it as done. We should do the same with the promises of God. If He says He will do something, it's as good as done. He WILL do it, and we should have faith and believe that He will.

Anonymous said...

Like I said, I get the point of the story. I just had a bit of head scratching because, well, Grandma isn't God! And it is a parable that happens to showcase terrible manners. But, yes, it is a cute parable if you overlook the fact that it seems if I keep "thanking" God for sending me a husband, when I am unmarried, I am really being very passive aggressive, even though I know God has promised me a companion. And I'm sorry if any of this is reading negatively, I didn't anticipate that my small criticism would send up red flags for you! Although I can see now it was originally worded very strongly, and I apologize for that. Tone can't be read so well on the internet.

Kristen Elizabeth Lee said...

Apology accepted. It did send up red flags. :) I do see your point, though and I thank you for your comments. Blessings.


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