He was one of the meanest men I’d ever met in my life, and he
was my new neighbor. The first time I saw him, the Holy Spirit said
to me, “Go, tell him of my love.” With some hesitancy, I approached
him, and his glazed look confirmed my suspicions about drug
I left heartbroken. I tried several other times to share God’s
love with him, but each time ended with his stream of
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Several weeks later, two boys walked by my house. One was in
fourth grade and the other in fifth. I have a great love for kids,
so I went out to meet them. I told them I was helping start a new
church in town and asked if they’d like to come to it. Their eyes
lit up with excitement.
“We’ve never been to church before, but if our dad will let us,
we’d love to go!”
“Who’s your dad?” I asked.
Guess who? The meanest man on the street!
He was drunk as usual when we asked his permission, but he said,
“I’ll never go, but if they wanna go, they can.”
That Sunday, I picked up the boys and took them to church. For the
first time in their lives, they heard about Jesus and forgiveness.
It was only a few weeks before they trusted Jesus as their Lord and
Savior, and a noticeable change took place in their lives. Together
they prayed that God would help their daddy become a
Several months passed, and the boys continued to pray. After
church one Sunday as I cleaned up, I noticed a note on the floor of
a classroom. That day, the teacher had asked the children to write
out a prayer request on a note. The prayer request said, “God,
please save our daddy.” It was signed by the two boys.
When I dropped off the boys that day, I gave their dad the note. I
said, “I want you to read this and see what your boys are praying
for.” He stumbled back into the house with the note.
The next Sunday, I pulled up and honked the horn for the boys. No
one came out. Doubts raced through my mind. He must’ve read the
note and gotten mad. He’ll never let them come again.
I went up to the door, and one of the boys stuck out his head.
“We’re not going with you today,” he said. My heart sagged with
disappointment, but then he continued, “We’re going to ride with
our dad. He’s going today!”
That day for the first time, their father entered a church. And he
would never be the same. A miracle happened. God answered the
prayers of two little boys. Their father trusted Christ as his
Savior that day!
That was eight years ago. Today their father is one of the
greatest Christians I know. God immediately took away his desire
for drugs and alcohol and transformed him into a wonderful father.
He currently teaches a Sunday school class filled with people he
has personally led to Christ. His wife also became a Christian and
has served in a Christian school for a number of years. Because of
the boys’ prayers and the grace of God, their home went from a
place of sin and unrest to a place of joy and happiness.
One of the greatest joys in children’s ministry is seeing God
working through children to reach an entire family and turn
generations around. I’ve seen it happen time and time again.
That father, in a special place, has a note that says, “God,
please save my daddy.”
Dale Hudson is a children’s minister in Florida.