Tell It To Jesus

'Tell it to Jesus, he is a friend that's well known. You've no other, such a friend or brother. Tell it to Jesus alone.'

The words echo throughout the church sanctuary as 70 plus people lift their voices. Every single one of those people know what it's like to tell it to Jesus. We cry to him about all our troubles and ask him to help with all our difficulties.

I sit there, one of the 70, but unable to sing. My mind goes back to a few months ago.

The same words echo from the play room and down the halls of a big house down in New Mexico. A small girl sings it over and over again. Right now she has good food and a nice house and people who love her. Soon she'll go back to the home where it's not uncommon for someone to be going to the hospital as a result of someone else in the house getting mad. Soon after that she and her little sisters will be stranded on the porch of that same household when their Grandma and Mom decide they don't want them or can't take care of them anymore. And she sings 'Tell it to Jesus.' I hope those words stay with her the rest of her life as a comfort to her. I hope she never forgets the words and what they mean. I hope she tells it to Jesus.