Campus Ministry

Kid Stories

Wanting to be an ideal hostess, a mother asked an out-of-town pastor who was staying over night at their home, if he would care to read something from the Bible and offer a prayer before retiring for the night. The pastor assured her he would. The woman sent her son to bring the book that mother and daddy read so much. Her son returned with the Sears and Roebuck catalogue.

A nine-year old Sunday school boy was the only one in his class who responded when the teacher asked who knew the story of Jonah. After his accurate summary, the teacher complimented him on being the only student who had read the Bible lesson that week. Painfully honest, the boy corrected the teacher. "I didn't read it in the Bible," he explained, "It was on a bubble gum wrapper." (not something you'd find on a bubble gum wrapper THESE days!)

Little Maggie had bought her grandmother a Bible for her birthday and wanted to write a nice inscription inside the front cover. She racked her brain until she remembered that her father had a book with an inscription of which he was very proud. So Maggie decided to copy it. Imagine her grandmother's surprise when she opened her gift of a beautiful Bible and found the following phrase inside the cover: "To Grandma, with the compliments of the author."

A small girl told her Pastor that she knew everything there was in the Bible. The pastor, amused, remarked that she might know a few things, but not quite all. "Oh yes I do know all that's in it," was the girl's quick reply. Her mother, who had been listening, rebuked the girl for saying such a thing. The daughter was persistent and said, "But mom, I do. There's three dead leaves, a lock of hair, a love letter and a recipe for brown bread, and that's all there is in the Bible."

And finally something that comes from a book by Robert Ketchum, "I Shall Not Want." He tells of a Sunday School teacher who asked her group of children if anyone could recite the entire 23rd Psalm. One four-and-a-half-year old girl was among those who raised their hands. A bit skeptical, since the girl was so young, the teacher asked if she could really recite the entire psalm. The little girl came to the front of the room, faced the class, made a quick little bow, and said, "The Lord is my shepherd, that's all I want." She bowed again and went and sat down. That may well be the greatest interpretation of the 23rd Psalm ever heard. (Told at the Spring Retreat 2005)