Excuse my bragging. It’s all right, because I’m talking about my 10-year-old, D.D.. That is okay, isn’t it? Thank you.
Now I’m certainly proud of both my daughters; in fact, they are the best little girls a dad could ever want and are both little evangelists in their own right; but two Saturdays ago I was pretty amazed with my eldest.
I challenged her by offering 10 bucks if she could hand out a thousand Gospel tracts on Hollywood Blvd. After an initial protest of “Awwwww, Dad…” she went to work. Two hours later she collected her cash.
That’s not all.
On our way home we stopped at Pink’s Hot Dogs to preach to the 150 or so people in line. I asked D.D. if she would like to give it a go. Up for another challenge, she preached a dynamite one minute sermon in the open air. Too bad the settings on our camera were set for indoors and the focus was a little off. Nevertheless, here’s my gal:
Lastly, we went to church service later that evening and I placed my little herald in Children’s Church. Afterward, two teachers ran out of the class and excitedly told me that D.D. led a little girl to the Lord. “What? I asked in astonishment. “Did anyone help her?”
“No,” they confidently assured me.
Thanks for letting me boast a little bit.
Now if I could only get her to do her chores….