There were but six adults...
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There were but six adults, three teenagers and 11-year-old Caleb at the healing service in the shelter for abused women and children that Tuesday evening. The candles were lit; the music played softly; a story of one of Jesus' healing miracles was read. During a few brief comments by the pastor, Caleb was acting up and had to be hushed. It is hard for a boy his age to sit still. His giggles and whispers made that all apparent. As the service drew to its climax, everyone, except Caleb - who seemed to be in a different world - came forward for the anointing and laying on of hands with personal prayer.
When the service ended, the people quietly left. The pastor turned to blow out the candles and put things away, when a voice from behind stopped him. "I'll do that thing now." Turning, he saw Caleb standing there with a grin on his face.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" the pastor asked, not sure what he heard or what was meant by it.
"I'll do that thing now," Caleb repeated as he glanced at the container of oil. The pastor nodded, half in disbelief and half in satisfaction. Had this child been listening? Or, was he just curious and shy? Applying the oil to his forehead, he said, "Caleb, child of God, receive the oil of gladness for the healing of your body and soul. Is there a personal prayer you would like me to offer for you?"
Caleb looked around to see that the room was empty. Then, he looked up into the waiting eyes of the pastor. "I want my dad to stop drinking and beating us, so that we can be a family again. I want my family back." Caleb was indeed in another world than the pastor knew personally, but the prayer that Caleb voiced upward and the words that the pastor attached to it carried a train-load of anxiety and hope to heaven.
When the service ended, the people quietly left. The pastor turned to blow out the candles and put things away, when a voice from behind stopped him. "I'll do that thing now." Turning, he saw Caleb standing there with a grin on his face.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" the pastor asked, not sure what he heard or what was meant by it.
"I'll do that thing now," Caleb repeated as he glanced at the container of oil. The pastor nodded, half in disbelief and half in satisfaction. Had this child been listening? Or, was he just curious and shy? Applying the oil to his forehead, he said, "Caleb, child of God, receive the oil of gladness for the healing of your body and soul. Is there a personal prayer you would like me to offer for you?"
Caleb looked around to see that the room was empty. Then, he looked up into the waiting eyes of the pastor. "I want my dad to stop drinking and beating us, so that we can be a family again. I want my family back." Caleb was indeed in another world than the pastor knew personally, but the prayer that Caleb voiced upward and the words that the pastor attached to it carried a train-load of anxiety and hope to heaven.
