A married couple, friends of mine, have served the children of a large city in Columbia for many years. She posted the following story today:

“We had just closed out devotions with petitions and all were running downstairs to play until their moms arrived. All except a group of five or six kids that still had lots to say about what they needed God to do. Pushed up against the wall by their earnest enthusiasm, I squatted down to their level so I could hear better. On and on they went. ‘Oh yeah, I just remembered this too …’ and hence the petitions continued, one on top of the other – kind of like an air popper loaded with popcorn kernels. The kids escorted me downstairs as they continued with their list. They were insistent. They believed. And somewhat like a burning bush, it struck me that this was holy ground.”