Children Will Build the Future

Social-Media-9_13-wk-2_CompleteWhile not written by our CEF staff, the following article embodies some of the reasons we are so passionate to reach children with the Gospel. We work hard to talk to children in their own “special language,” and this article is a great example of “Children-ese.”

In nine years I have been graced with three children and here is what I have learned about them. They are engines of incalculable joy and agonizing despair. They are comedy machines. Their language is their own and the order of their new halting words has never been heard before in the whole history of the world. They are headlong and hilarious. Their hearts are enormous and sensitive beyond calculation by man or machine. Their pride is vast. They are cruel, and move in herds and gaggles and mobs, and woe unto the silent one, the one who looks funny, the one who speaks awkwardly, the fat one, for she will be shouldered aside, he will never get the ball, she will never be asked to jump rope, he will not be invited to the pool party, she will weep with confusion and rage, he will lash out with sharp small fists. Yet they are endlessly kind, kind by nature, and among them there is often an artless democracy, a linking of arms against the vast puzzle of the long people. They search for rules and rank, for what is allowed and what is forbidden, and poke the rules to see which bends and which is steel, for they wish to know their place in the world, where they might walk, what they may wear, which shows are allowed, how far they can go, who they are. They rise early in excitement and return reluctantly to barracks at night for fear of missing a shred of the daily circus. They eat nothing to speak of but grow at stunning rates that produce mostly leg. They are absorbed by dogs and toast. Mud and jelly accrue to them. They are at war with wasps. They eat no green things. Once they learn sarcasm they use it with abandon, slashing here and there without control and wreaking havoc. When they weep they weep utterly from the marrows of their lonely bones. They will not speak of death but when it comes, a dark hooded hawk on the fence, they face it without fear. They are new creatures hourly, and what you think you know of them is already lost in the river. Their hearts are dense books no one can read. They speak many languages of the body. To them you are a stone who has always been and will always be. When they are ill they shrivel. To father them is not a brief noun but an endless verb that exhausts, enrages, edifies, elevates, educates; I am a thinner and grayer man than I was; and closer to joy. They frighten me, for they will make a new world on the bowed back of the one I love; but they delight me, for to have loved them is to have tasted the furious love the Maker has for what He made, and fathers still, and always will.

This post was written by Brian Doyle. The original article can be found here: Chicago CEF does not endorse the above website or anything written there. The article was copied here to be an encouragement to you.

Capable of Being Saved



She was 6 years old, and at the end of the Bible lesson during 5-Day Club, she came up to tell me she needed Jesus to help her with her sin problem. As I asked her questions about the gospel, she answered every question correctly and prayed using her own words. “Please take away my sins.”

The next day after the Bible lesson, she came back again. “What’s wrong, Morgan?” (named changed)

“I can’t stop stealing. Jesus needs to help me.” It turned out that Morgan was a kleptomaniac. She couldn’t help herself. Every day she would take something from her mom’s purse or from the house. She didn’t know why she was doing it, she knew she couldn’t stop on her own, and she was wondering if Jesus could help her.

We talked for a long time about how Jesus can help us gain victory over sin habits. Every day at the end of Bible lesson, Morgan came back saying, “I need more help. I failed again today.”

On the fifth and last day of club, Morgan came back again, but this time she had a huge smile on her face. “I let Jesus help me this time, and when I wanted to steal something, I asked Jesus to help me not to. The next thing I knew, I was playing outside. I went all day without stealing anything. Wow, I didn’t think that was possible! This is the first day I can remember not stealing something….”

This was the first of many days to come where Morgan did not steal anything. “As soon as a child is capable of being lost, [he] is capable of being saved.” –C.H. Spurgeon

*The above is a true story from Chicago CEF*


Join, Pray, Share

Dear Chicago JoinSharePraywebChild Evangelism Fellowship,

On behalf of the Chicago CEF missionary staff, I want to welcome you to your new blog (a blog is an online journal). You may be wondering why you are addressed as the Chicago Child Evangelism Fellowship. It is because CEF is a fellowship of people united by a common goal; that is the evangelism and discipleship of Chicagoland’s children. So, you are the Chicago Child Evangelism Fellowship. This blog is intended to help call us to action in reaching Chicago’s children for Christ. By God’s grace, it will be updated each week, so check back often for new information, encouragement, and challenges.

If you haven’t already, go to our Facebook page and click on the “like” button. Whenever there are new updates, Facebook will help you to know to visit the blog. We call the “like” stage, “joining”. After joining, would you pray with us for the needs of  Chicago? In addition to information, encouragement, etc, Facebook and the blog will help to guide our prayers for each other. This second stage is simply called, “pray”. After joining and praying, let each of us go and share our passion for reaching children with the Gospel. You can “share” by talking to your friends, emailing them updates, or by clicking “like” on each CEF post on Facebook, and by clicking “share”.