Kids and the unseen God


Will blog about the Cameron trip later. Above is a little chapel in Sungai Palas, Cameron Highlands. We were there this morning. Just love this photo of the moss covered roof and the little blue cross.

Helicopters were circling above our head in the morning when we were in Tanah Rata (not sure what they are doing though). A reminder that so many persons had been lost and found. Since we were up there in the cold, wet mountains, somehow my heart felt more sympathetic towards the ones who were lost in the jungle a few days ago.

Yesterday morning, I was telling my children about the missing boys in Fraser Hill and also the grandfather and his granchild in Cameron Highlands. I told them to pray that they are found soon. My 8 yrs old replied very truthfully.

“How can my prayers work if they (the missing ones) do not know me?”

This is the same little boy (6 yrs old then) whom had childishly said aloud, every single night after Vincent died,

“Our Father in Heaven, please let Vincent play in your giant playground and take care of Vincent for us.”

Later on, he is the same little guy who asked,

“Lord Jesus, please give my mommy a little baby brother so that I can play with.”

Of course, his prayer is answered. A seal of a child’s faith.

Back yesterday, in Cameron Highlands, he wanted to know how is his prayers going to work on people he doesn’t know and also they do not know him. However, he felt compassionate about them as I told him that the boys are his brothers and his age.

In the comfort of our apartment in Hotel Equatorial, I explained, “Remember, God knows you and you are asking God.”

With that, he gave me a smile. Usually, my family does not engage in a formal prayer as we are still very new and unsure of actually doing it unless we are in church. Those scenes that we often see in movies and read in story books like kneeling by the bedside for a night prayer have never been practised by me. But I know the kids will probably say it in their heart whatever they wanted to communicate.

We watched the night news and were happy to see the boys being found unharmed and reunited with their parents. My kids automatically let out praises and thanks to God. It is very heart-warming for me, as their parent. I know that somehow, in these two short years since we turn to Christianity, I have guided the children to believe in an unseen God. They have the faith and belief eventhough they do not see God in the physical form.

It is often harder for us adults to embrace the same kind of trust in God that children have. Children do not question God but only wants assurances from persons they trust that God is there. Adults not only doubt, they challenged God Himself. Most probably, adults would have asked, “If there is God, why did He let it happen in the first place.” Whereas, my son asked a different question. See the difference?

5 thoughts on “Kids and the unseen God

  1. Its good to start them young with their faith. I unfortunately despite being born and baptist a Catholic doesnt have parents who practices their faith….

  2. eh y u come back so early wan? tot u said sat?

    im never going hiking again (no that i go very often la).the penang hill incident and now this,gosh.

  3. the faith that ur sons show is so beautiful =) i rarely question God and wen i pray, i put my faith in God and believe that he will make the best decision for me…a naive me at work and I don’t care wat other ppl think about tis side of me. it’s between me and God. 😉

  4. I believe that God is and i say that for everybody. It is very warm to see how your sons show their faith. God loves children and when you ask something for God you must be like child – pure, kind and open-heart. Only then God will hear you.

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