I see a little girl, around five years old, sitting up in the corner section of the balcony. She is with an older man, possibly her grandfather. I see that she is well-behaved and listens to everything. I see that her hair is twisted and tangled, and that probably there was no mother to brush and comb it for her to get ready for church. Her dress is worn but clean.
I see the older man with her. He is dressed in just a plain shirt and pants. I've not seen these two here before, but they both listen to the message.
I see that they get up to leave before the end. I follow them and stop them on the first landing and tell the man how impressed I was at how well she behaved. I knelt down to talk to her and gave her a dollar and asked the man if he would allow her to buy some ice cream.
Then I returned to my seat and wept, thankful there was an old-fashioned church down on the corner, where that little girl could come and learn about Jesus.
I see the older man with her. He is dressed in just a plain shirt and pants. I've not seen these two here before, but they both listen to the message.
I see that they get up to leave before the end. I follow them and stop them on the first landing and tell the man how impressed I was at how well she behaved. I knelt down to talk to her and gave her a dollar and asked the man if he would allow her to buy some ice cream.
Then I returned to my seat and wept, thankful there was an old-fashioned church down on the corner, where that little girl could come and learn about Jesus.