Biblical writings support my understanding that quite young children may be “touched” by God, and that these singular connections with the Almighty often lead to adult lives that are wholly given to God. Consider the story of Samuel, the child whose mother grieved so for a baby, and who prayed with such fervor in the temple that the priest, observing her distress, believed her drunk. Not so, she assured the man of God. I am not drunk, only with grief for my barrenness. The spirit of God came on Eli and he prophesied that Hannah would conceive and birth a child.
And so she did. She named the boy Samuel, and after weaning him, she took him to the temple, and gave him back to God, leaving him with the ancient priest, a man well past his prime. One night, while yet a boy, God spoke audibly to Samuel…once, twice, three times, and Samuel not recognizing yet the voice of God, ran to Eli saying, You called? After the boy made the third trip to the bed of Eli, Eli knew it was God who spoke. “Say, Samuel,” Eli instructed. “Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth.”
God speaks to children. I know that to be so, for God touched me when I was a child. I have a clear remembrance of experiencing the presence of God, of being drawn to Him, and of the sense of his convicting power.When I was ten years old, I received the gift of the Holy Ghost, and although I have certainly been far from perfect, I have always stayed in the church, and in my feeble and pitiful way, have served God.
Two weeks ago–maybe a little more now, Ann Jackson who is the pastor’s wife of a church in Highlands, TX, in a ladies prayer and study group, voiced her concern that the children of the church did not seem touched by God as it seemed they should be. I’d like us to make this a matter of particular prayer, coupled with some fasting.
Last Sunday night near the conclusion of the service, a powerful and holy anointing swept through the congregation who had gathered now in the altar area. Young people were dancing in the Spirit; they were weeping and speaking in tongues, truly caught away in the Holy Ghost. I had prayed with several people, then had taken up my camera and was moving about to record the scene, when it came to my attention that many children were also praying. By count, there were at least eight who were earnestly seeking God, and before the evening was over, three of these children had received the Holy Ghost. Two of them were grandchildren of the pastor and his wife, Brother and Sister Tommy Jackson.
It was an amazing scene, and as I write this, I know some who read here may be skeptical about such things happening to a child, but I assure you it is true. Think about it. Children are trusting, not jaded, not worried about their peers, and they have tender believing hearts. A child who commits his life to God is spared much of the grief and distress that comes often to those who grow into adulthood without the benefit of knowing the Lord Jesus Christ. How awesome is it that God reaches down to little children and fills them with the Holy Ghost. It is precious and dear.
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