Evangelist Aiden

Recently a muslim family filled with young boys moved in the apartment next to us. These people have driven me crazy from day one. They apparently have no clue how to use their "inside voices", and I have thought that some may have hearing problems based on how loud they play their music and tv. They have made night time miserable, because they are so noisy it makes it very hard for me and Joe to sleep, since our room is connected to their living room. I have harbored very ill thought towards this family in my heart, wishing that they would leave as fast as they moved in. No one in the family speaks English except for the mother and father, who speak very little. Today was a nice day (Praise God!) so me, Aiden and Madeline spend practically all day outside. When the boys (about 4 or 5 all together) came zooming by on their bicycles, Aiden proceeded to stop them and ask them to play with him. I stood at the kitchen sink keeping an eye on the situation. After a few short seconds, it was very apparent to me that these children did not know any English, but it didnt bother Aiden at all, because he just kept babbling on and on, explaining his swing set, and how fast he can go on his bike. After a while, I brought Aiden inside and gave him a New Testament to give to the boys. Aiden did not like this idea at first, but I shared with him that we needed to share the love of Jesus with these boys, because they probably didnt know that Jesus loved them. Aiden looked at me with innocent surprise, how could anyone not know that Jesus loves them?! After that it was Aidens mission to get this Bible into these boys hands. He waited patiently for the boys to ride back by on their bikes while I silently watched from inside. Aiden saw me peeping at him and motioned a thumbs up at me. He apparently thought that his mom was so wonderful as to think to give these children a Bible, but what he didnt know is that he, at only 4 years old, just taught his mom a valuable lesson. As I had stood their earlier listening to Aiden interact with these young muslim children I was so convicted of my ill content towards them. These are lost children, and instead of opening my neighborly (and christian!) heart, I was wishing they would go away. Shame on me!
Soon I heard one boy ride back by and Aiden stopped him by yelling quite loudly "Jesus loves you!". The boy stopped his bike and Aiden thrust the small green New Testament in his hands. The child had no idea what to do with it so he looked it over and tried to give it back to Aiden. Aiden pushed it back into the boys chest and exclaimed "No, you keep it! Jesus loves you!". After some convincing the boy finally rode off with the Bible in tow. Not shortly afterwards, all the boys came back, and Aiden gathered them around the best he could, stood up on one of the back porch stairs and sang "Jesus loves me" to the boys, and their father who had joined them. How brave my small little four year old was! Oh, to have the courage to stand and sing the gospel like a child! Finally the New Testament ended up in the father's back pocket after being passed around the group. I pray that it will be opened and read from soon.
After all was said and done, I pulled Aiden into my arms and told him I was so proud and happy that he shared the love of Jesus with that family. And so sincerely and innocently, his little blue eyes looked into mine and he said, "Mommy, is God happy?"

Yes baby, yes He sure is.