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30 How Big Is God By Phil Scovell He was 8 years old. He had been complaining his stomach hurt during school and was unable to eat his lunch. Other signs had been peaking out of his young personality and emotions, too, but now they were beginning to be displayed physically. After he entered my office, I moved and sat down on a ledge which allowed me to approximate his eye level. He was nervous and moved around in his chair as THOUGH he were uncomfortable. I talked AIMLESSLY with him for awhile about various things before approaching the subject of school. Eventually I said, "I hear you haven't been feeling well in school." "Yeh, I guess so," he said and fidgeted in his chair. "You weren't able to eat your lunch today because you felt sick?" I asked. "Yeh," he answered with no embellishment. "How were you sick?" I questioned. "Was something hurting?" "My stomach," he said and he wiggled. "What about your stomach?" I wanted to know. "Was it upset? Did you feel nauseated?" "Not really," he said vaguely. "Did your stomach hurt?" I said; already knowing the answer from what I had heard earlier in the day. "Yeh," he replied. "Have you felt sad lately?" "Yeh, I guess so," he confirmed. "About your mom being gone?" "Yeh, about that." "You know your mom is safe and with other Christian people and is doing very well, don't you?" "Yeh, I know that," he answered. "But you are still worried about her AND MISS HER I bet?" "Yeh, I am," he admitted. "She'll be able to start coming home on weekends pretty soon from the drug home. You know that, don't you?" "Yeh," he said as he moved some things on the desk. "So do you think that maybe your stomach was hurting because you were missing your mom?" "I don't know," he answered. "It would be ok if that was it," I assured him. "What were you thinking about when your stomach hurt like it did?" I asked. "My mom." "I see. Well, I'm not surprised. She has been gone for awhile and I know you miss her a lot. I want you to know that it is ok to be concerned about her and I understand why your stomach hurt. Sometimes our own thoughts and feelings cause us to hurt in our body about things. Did you know that?" "Well, I guess so." "Well," I said, "It's true so it wasn't wrong for your stomach to hurt and it isn't wrong, or bad, for you to miss your mom. Everybody would feel that way." He said nothing but continued moving around in his chair as he tried finding things to do with his hands. "Is it ok if I pray with you?" "Yeh," he replied. "Ok. Let's just pray for a minute." "Lord Jesus, there is an 8 year old boy here who misses His mom and his stomach has been hurting because he hasn't seen her for awhile. He is worried about her, you can understand that Lord, and I am asking you if you have anything you want him to know about his mom and where she is right now?" After a few seconds of silence between us, he responded by saying, "He said that He will take care of my mom and that she is ok." "Did you just make that up?" I asked, "or what?" "No, I heard it." "Heard it where?" "I heard it sort of in my thoughts," he answered with confidence in his voice. "Well, that's good then," I replied. "Lord, Jesus?" I continued, "Is there anything else you want him to know right now?" "He said He knew I was missing mom but He was with me, too, and even at school." "Does that seem true?" I asked. "Yeh," he replied, "it does. "Where did you hear these words?" I asked. "I heard them in my head like I did the first time," he answered. "In your thoughts?" I asked. "Yeh. In my thoughts," he confirmed. "Great," I answered. "Lord Jesus? Anything else that you want him to know right now?" Silence. "I don't hear anything." "Do you feel uncomfortable or afraid or scared or sick or anything at all right now that isn't like you normally feel?" I asked. "Nope. I feel ok." "Nothing bad?" "Nope." I explained to him in basic child terms what he had heard was the Holy Spirit the dwelled inside of him and that what he had heard was from God. I explained that whenever he felt bad or scared or worried about his mom, or anything else for that matter, to let his teacher know or to tell me or someone else and they would be happy to pray with him. He said he would. It was over in less than 20 minutes and he left my office. My grandson was living with us while his mom was in drug Christian rehab. The ache in his heart was more than I could imagine, although, I had some idea since my dad died when I was 11 years old. I was concerned he was beginning to responde physically to the pain and loneliness he felt but as I questioned him, he seemed quite confident that he indeed had heard the Lord's voice speaking to him. He never had the problem again. Soon his mom, my daughter, came home to live. Question. How big is your god? Answer. Whatever you believe. Repeat. How big is your God? Answer. As large as your mouth. "15. And they brought unto him also infants, that he would touch them: but when his disciples saw it, they rebuked them. 16 But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. 17 Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein." (Luke 18:15-17). 1 At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? 2 And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, 3 And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. 4 Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven, (Matthew 18:1-4).