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Hi there, Mr. God. I gotta p'oblem. Can you help me? I didn't mean to do a bad thing. It happened from somthun' I see. This mornin', at church, I saw This lady throw a letter on the floor. So, I gave it back to her, a'fore She went out the door. She looked really mad a me and I heard her say, "Preacher's little brat! His mother should teach him more manners And where do ya s'pose she's at?" Now, I guess she's gonna tell my momma And I will hafta stay in my room, today; An can't go with the other kids, When they go out to play. Now, the lady's mad at momma For the bad thing that I done. Sometimes, I do bad things an don't know it. I didn't mean to upset anyone. Daddy says, that people should A'spect your house more better. I was just tryin' to tell the lady She shouldn't throw down her letter. I guess I did wrong, huh? Mr. God, I'm gonna cry. Sometimes (sob), I do bad things When I don't even try. Would ya help momma and daddy Not to be too mad (sob) 'Cause I'm really sorry and Don't wanna make them sad? Will daddy be shamed on me And are ya shamed on me, too? I bet Jesus never did anything Bad, like I didn't mean to do. I saw James a writin' In the new song book. But, I better not tell daddy In case he's mad cause I look. If I tell daddy, is that bad Or if I didn't tell? Mr. God, please help me. I don't want to die and go to hell. I'm scared, 'cause I guess I am a brat And I think a brat is a devil boy. I seen one on the TV show. His name was Chuckie. He was a bad toy. I didn't ask momma a'fore I saw it. She came in an turned the TV off real fast. Then she told me never to watch that again Or nothing else, less I ask. Mr. God, am I a devil boy? Oh, please help me not to be. I promise I won't tell on anyone, No madder what I see. I wish I was more like Jesus. He always knows the good thing to do An He would never do somthun' To get people mad at you. I gotta go, now. Daddy's done shaken hands, at the door. Shall I tell him what I done, right now, 'Bout the letter on the floor? I love daddy and momma so much And they are good to everyone. Help me, Mr. God, To be a better little son. Tell Jesus I said 'hi' and Give his mom a hug, from me. Please a'give me. I'm sorry. It's me, Little Andy. I feel Little Andy is anointed by the Lord and, in the scriptures, The word says, "Touch not my anointed." Many times, I have heard people refer to the pastor's kids, or any other for that matter, as a brat. But, it is worse to think a preacher's child should be better or worse than others. These things happen in life and I wonder how many preachers kids have been hurt by careless words said and never asked for forgiveness. If you are using Little Andy as a teaching tool, today, you could ask several questions: 1. Did little Andy really do some thing wrong? 2. Who did do something wrong? 3. Should he have left the paper on the floor? 4. Is Andy a brat? 5. What is a brat? 6 Should daddy and mommy be mad? 7. Who should they be mad at? 8. Should God be mad at Andy? 9. What do you think God's answer was to little Andy? - finally - 10. Andy's daddy is the Pastor. Should Andy be treated any better than other kids, or just the same? |
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