the grinch and wisdom from a 6 year old

i got up a little earlier than usual today so i could go hang out with some 1st graders for their class christmas party. the teacher is one of the "2nd mothers" i have out here in guam. 1st graders are fun. they are loud and they move a lot and they just kinda say what comes to mind. i read the grinch stole christmas and enjoyed the commentary from the kids more than the actual book i think. when the grinch's heart "grew three sizes that day" one little girl said in the sweetest voice, "aw see, he's really good." i loved it. and i cant stop thinking about her comment.

who would have thought a slave trader could write amazing grace? who would have given the gospel to the lead persecuter of the church? augustine wasn't exactly wholesome. my friend kirk and i weren't exactly humble (i don't think i am at this point either). and yet i don't really pray for my enemies. now, i mean enemies on both the large and small scale, internationally and those who just don't like our college ministry. why have we forgotten that little command from Jesus? i've heard prayers and wishes for judgement on our enemies, but not much prayer for their good.

maybe we don't pray for our enemies because we can't see some of them. maybe we don't because we call them, "people we can't stand" or "the muslim" or "the liberal" or "the fundamentalist." maybe we don't want God to grow their hearts three sizes today.