Everywhere You Go!
One day my family decided to do something very fun. We were going to the zoo. My little brothers were very excited Now I have six brothers and a little sister; but then, I had four brothers: Brandt, Colin, Dylan, and baby Eric.
Very early in the morning, Mother woke each of the boys and helped them to get ready. They put on their nicest clothes and packed what they needed for the day: water bottles, snacks, a camera, and picture books to look at on the long drive. Brandt was ten years old and the oldest boy, so he helped dress his brothers and look after them. When it was time to go, everyone got into the car and buckled up They knew that it was going to be a fun day!
My family drove to town and decided to stop at a nice restaurant for breakfast because it was a special day. At this restaurant, the food was served on a long buffet where you could go and pick whatever you wanted. Each person could eat as much as he or she wished to eat, and there were many wonderful things to choose from: strawberries, apples, and all sorts of fruit; cereal, toast, butter, and jam; pancakes, French toast, and waffles with syrup and whipped cream; doughnuts, and many other delicious choices.
Lots of people watched my family as they came in. Perhaps they had never seen four boys in one family. They probably wondered how so many children could get their food without it taking a very long time, but it was no problem for my family, because everyone helped. Brandt picked up a small, white plate and walked up to the buffet. He used little forks to pick up fruit and doughnuts, and brought the plate back tot he table. He gave it to Mother, because this plate of food was for baby Eric. Father got food for little Dylan, who was only two years old. Then, he brought food for Mother, and finally for himself. Brandt helped Colin, and the Brandt served his own food.
Before eating, my father said a prayer to thank God for a Special day, and asked Him to keep his family safe all day long. After the prayer, everyone began to eat. It was a wonderful meal! When one of the little ones was finished, Father, Mother, or Brandt would help them to get anything else they wanted. No one fought or argued. My brothers knew that Christians should be good and kind, and should help their parents and siblings. Some of the people in the restaurant watched my brothers the whole time. They were surprised to see that they were quiet and polite, and smiled many times during the meal.
When everyone was full, it was time to
leave. Father asked the waitress for the check, but she did not
give it to him. Instead she said, "Your meal has already
been paid for." My father looked very surprised. He did not
understand. "Did you notice that man at the table over there?"
the waitress asked, pointing to a table near my family. My parents
had noticed some men in business suits sitting there. "One
of the men paid for your meal," she explained. He did not
want me to tell you until after he had left. He Said that he had
never seen
such a nice family."
My mother and father were very happy. Jesus was happy too. Perhaps
the man who paid for our meal had children too, and my brothers
reminded him of his own family and made him glad. Or, maybe he
had no children and thought how nice it would be to have a family
like ours. Perhaps he was a Christian and was very pleased to
see another Christian family. Or, maybe he was not a Christian,
and my family made him think about becoming a Christian. Isn't
that nice to think about? It was not by going up and talking to
anyone, or passing out tracts, or preaching, that my family was
a witness. All of those are good things too. But in this case,
my little brothers were witnesses, just by doing good and being
Christ-like. They were like little missionaries!
Little children, when you do something good, and obey your parents,
you are not just pleasing your mother or father. You are working
for Jesus!