Little Missionary

Mylene Dulnuan



​“Mama, where is Jesus?” our four-year old son, Jed, suddenly asked from the big basin in the corner where he was happily splashing in his bath.

I stopped scrubbing a particularly stubborn stain in the laundry I was washing.  The question caught me off guard as we hadn’t been talking about anything serious.

“Jesus is in heaven,” I replied.  “But He always sees us and He’s always with us.”

“But Jesus isn’t here. I don’t see Him,” he retorted. “And where is heaven? I don’t see Him up there in the sky, either.”
I was taken aback. How could I explain to him in a way that his young mind could understand?

Seeming impatient for an answer, Jed asked again, “Where is Jesus, Mama?”

“Son, even if you don’t see Jesus, He is always with you because that’s what He has promised in the Bible.”

I don’t know if he understood or if he was satisfied with my answer, but he didn’t ask any more questions. Silently, I said a prayer that the Lord would somehow help my son to understand.

Later that evening we went to the house of one of the believers for worship. While Melque, my husband, was speaking, I noticed that Jed was not around. Making my way outside, I saw that he was with one of his friends. Jed was walking toward a drain where it was a bit dark when his friend exclaimed, “Don’t go there. There’s a ghost there!”

Jed just continued walking. “I am not afraid because Jesus is with me,” he replied. “You should not be afraid either because Jesus is here.”

“Jesus isn’t here,” the little girl retorted, holding back. “He is sleeping.”

“No, Jesus really is with us right here.  Come on,” he urged, grabbing his friend’s arm.  “Don’t be afraid.  Jesus will protect us!”
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“Thank you, Lord, for hearing my prayer!”  I whispered as I watched from the shadows.  “You have made my son a little missionary, too!”

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