While on a visit to my elderly and disabled mother in Donalsonville, Georgia, I peeked out the window just as two vans were pulling up the driveway. Looking closely, I saw Oak View Church of God, the church my mother attended when she was able to attend, written on the side of both vans. “What is going on?” I wondered.

Once parked, the doors swung open, and kids started tumbling out on both sides of the vehicles. I watched as adults lined them up outside the vans to make their entrance inside the house. I said not a word to my mother, but I began to have a suspicion as to why those kids were at her house.

And so it was, I opened the door, and about twenty kids marched inside, single-file, and passed by the recliner where my mother was sitting, giving her a big neck hug. Was she ever surprised and delighted at her little visitors!

And that is not all they did. Once everyone had given her a big hug, they had church! Oh yes, such singing and scripture reciting like you never heard, as they sat down on the floor at her feet. Some sang a solo, at other times, they all joined in perfect unison to form a choir. I gotta say, “You haven’t heard Amazing Grace sung until you hear it from the mouths of children.” No doubt in my mind, the heavenly choir was joining in from above.

After an hour, their teachers informed them it was time to go. One little boy decided it was time to pray for my mother, and did he ever send up a prayer. “Dear God, I ask you in the name of Jesus, to touch Mrs. Faircloth’s body, and help her to be able to go to church Sunday morning.”

I had stood in the corner the whole hour, trying to snap pictures through misty eyes. My mother’s words: “You kids have made my day. I feel just like I have been to church.”

And, indeed, she had, though not in the regular building we think of when we say church!

My friends, my website is devoted to encouraging adults to Get Involved in Helping Hurting Children. For sure, if you have been following my posts the last two years, we have covered so many circumstances that could damage a child for years, unless we got involved in helping heal their hurt.

But, today, I wanted to stress the point of how there are times, we also need to get involved as parents, grandparents, and yes, The Church in teaching our children how to help others, particularly the elderly who can no longer attend church.

My thanks to Shirley Easom, Sherrie Taylor, and Nikiska Martin for bringing the church to my mother’s home and teaching children the value of visiting and giving of themselves to the elderly and home-bound. May more churches catch their vision.