Oh what a story!   If only AND JESUS SAID: "I TELL YOU THE TRUTH, UNLESS YOU

> > CHANGE AND BECOME LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN, YOU WILL
> > NEVER ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.
> > ( MATTHEW 18:3 *NIV )
> >
> >
> > I have never seen the verse above described better then
> > through the actions of a three-year-old child in the message
> > below. This message was sent to me a few days ago by one
> > of our subscribers. It asks us this important question.
> > "Do You Know Bailey's Jesus?" In the following message I
> > could feel the love and it brings tears to my eyes ever time
> > that I read it. I hope that it will move you as well, and that
> > you will enjoy it as much as I do.....
> >
> > "Bailey's Jesus!"
> >
> > God recently allowed me to see Jesus through the eyes of
> > someone seeing Him for the first time. Having the advantage of
> > knowing how the story ends, we can easily forget the cost of our
> > redemption and the love of our Savior.
> >
> > Every year we attend a local church pageant which tells the
> > story of Jesus from His birth through His resurrection. It is
> > a spectacular event, with live animals and hundreds of cast
> > members in realistic costumes. The magi enter the huge
> > auditorium on llamas from the rear, descending the steps in
> > pomp and majesty. Roman soldiers look huge and menacing
> > in their costumes and makeup.
> >
> > Of all the years we have attended, one stands out indelibly in
> > my heart. It was the year we took our then three-year-old
> > granddaughter, Bailey, who loves Jesus. She was mesmerized
> > throughout the entire play, not just watching, but involved as if
> > she were a player. She watches as Joseph and Mary travel to
> > the Inn and is thrilled when she sees the baby Jesus in His
> > mother's arms.
> >
> > Later when Jesus, on a young donkey, descends the steps
> > from the back of the auditorium, depicting His triumphal entry into
> > Jerusalem, Bailey was ecstatic. As he neared our aisle, Bailey
> > began jumping up and down, screaming, "Jesus, Jesus! There's
> > Jesus!" Not just saying the words but exclaiming them with every
> > fiber of her being. She alternated between screaming his name
> > and hugging us. "It's Jesus. Look!" I thought she might actually
> > pass out.
> >
> > Tears filled my eyes as I looked at Jesus through the eyes of a
> > child in love with Him, seeing Him for the first time. How like the
> > blind beggar screaming out in reckless abandon, "Jesus, Jesus!",
> > afraid he might miss Him, not caring what others thought. This
> > was so much fun.
> >
> > Then came the arrest scene. On stage, the soldiers shoved
> > and slapped Jesus as they moved Him from the Garden of
> > Gethsemane to Pilate. Bailey responded as if she were in the
> > crowd of women, with terror and anger. "Stop it!" she screamed.
> > "Bad soldiers, stop it!" As I watched her reaction, I wished we
> > had talked to her before the play. "Bailey it's OK. They are just
> > pretending," but she shouted "They are hurting Jesus! Stop it!"
> >
> > She stood in her seat reacting to each and every move. People
> > around us at first smiled at her reaction, thinking "How cute!".
> > Then they quit smiling and began watching her watch Him. In a
> > most powerful scene, the soldiers lead Jesus carrying the cross
> > down the steps of the auditorium from the back. They were
> > yelling, whipping, and cursing at Jesus, who was bloodied and
> > beaten. Bailey was now hysterical. "Stop it! Soldiers! Stop it,"
> > she screamed. She must have been wondering why all these
> > people did nothing. She then began to cry instead of scream.
> > "Jesus, Oh, Jesus!" People all around us began to weep as we
> > all watch this devoted little disciple see her Jesus beaten and
> > killed as those first century disciples had.
> >
> > Now going back and forth between her mother's lap and mine
> > for comfort, she was distraught. I kept saying, "Bailey, it's OK.
> > Jesus is going to be OK.
> > These are just people pretending to be soldiers. She looked at
> > me like I was crazy. In my lap, we talked through the cross and
> > burial. "Watch, Bailey, watch for Jesus!"
> >
> > The tomb began to tremble and lightening flashed as the stone
> > rolled away. A super bowl touchdown cheer couldn't come close
> > to matching this little one's reaction to the resurrection. "Jesus!
> > He's OK. Mommy, it's Jesus!" " It's Jesus!"
> >
> > I prayed that she wasn't going to be traumatized by this event,
> > but that she would remember it. I shall never forget it. I shall
> > never forget seeing Jesus' suffering, crucifixion, and resurrection
> > through the eyes of an innocent child.
> >
> > Following the pageant the actors all assembled in the foyer to
> > be greeted by the audience. As we passed by some of the
> > soldiers Bailey screamed out, "Bad soldier, don't you hurt
> > Jesus." The actor who portrayed Jesus was some distance away
> > surrounded by well-wishers and friends. Bailey broke away from
> > us and ran toward Him, wrapping herself around His legs, holding
> > on for dear life. He hugged her and said, "Jesus loves you." He
> > patted her to go away. She wouldn't let go. She kept clinging to
> > Him, laughing and calling His name. She wasn't about to let go
> > of her Jesus.
> >
> > I think God in heaven stopped what ever was going on that day
> > and made all the angels watch Bailey. "Now, look there! You
> > see what I meant when I said; "LET THE LITTLE CHILDREN
> > COME TO ME, AND DO NOT HINDER THEM, FOR THE
> > KINGDOM OF HEAVEN BELONGS TO SUCH AS THESE."
> > Amen! ( MATTHEW 19:14 )
> >
we could be as little children.  What passion and love!!

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