“Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God! Therefore the world does not know us, because it did not know Him.” 1 John 3:1. (NKJV).
“Hope I get to play.” Timmy tossed his baseball up, and caught it as he walked to the vacant lot.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A grubby hand snatched the ball.
"I’ll give it back all right.” The boy hauled back, let go, and took off running.
A loud crack, then a kaleidoscope of colors reflected the sunlight from the shattered pieces of the store window. The door opened. Mr. Sam frowned, the baseball in his hand.
“This yours?” Timmy nodded.
“Come with me.” He pointed to a stool. “Sit. We need to decide how you’ll fix my window.”
“But I didn’t do it, --“
Mr Sam held up his hand. “I know. Your baseball, you fix it.”
“Don’t have much money but I’ll give you what I have.”
“Tell you what. I need someone to help me--sweep up, deliver packages, and such. You can work it off.”
“You’d do that? For me? After I caused your broken window?” Mr. Sam nodded and reached for Timmy’s hand.
“Deal?”
“Deal.” Eyebrow raised, his gaze met Mr. Sam's.
“I've broken a few windows in my time.” He smiled. “Wouldn't be here today if someone hadn't reached out and showed me a better way. A way to be kind and share love instead of hate. His manner of love changed my life. Fact is he led me to the Lord Jesus.” He poked Timmy's shoulder.
“Understand?”
Timmy chuckled. “Yes sir. Pass it on, sir.”
“Exactly. Now let's get this mess cleaned up.”
Timmy grinned, reached for the broom. “After I finish this, what's next?"
"Don't worry, son. I'll think of something." He smiled as he shook his head.
Kingdom Thinking. The Lord Jesus offers the same to you. He promises never to leave nor forsake you. He loves you with an everlasting love. And He will call you His child. Won’t you come?