As you know, if you’ve been reading, for quite some time, I’ve occasionally been running little installments called “Mama’s K.I.S.S.” I know that lots of readers could give many more and far more creative ideas than I can offer, but these installments are just a few tried and true and mostly old-fashioned ideas for putting service hearts in our kids. This is number 80 of a list of one hundred ways we train our kids to serve. K.I.S.S. is an acronym for “Kids In Service Suggestions”.
I know bunches of these little service posts for kids have been centered on evangelism. But this time I want to give you some programs that are so worthy of your kids’ participation to train them for the very most important job we do here for eternity.
First of all, there are so many arms of The House to House School of Evangelism in which kids can be involved. Specifically, my kids are super involved in the Mission One meetings that our congregation does on a monthly basis. This team of soul-minded people meet together for a meal and a meeting each month and have a power planning session about next steps for every person who is a prospective Christian. Sometimes these folks are not ready for an actual study and our members brainstorm about ways we can get to know them or make them feel like we love them… and we do! So at each meeting the kids (and their mama) get a little assignment that they take very seriously. It may be to take food and visit a person who is in rehab or to go and visit and help a neighbor who has lost a loved one or to invite a friend to an event and offer childcare. Each month, the kids are aware and praying for the “next step”. Another group meets early on Sunday nights to send cards to anyone in our community who has had a big life event in the family: a birth, a death in the family, a move, an illness, an accident or injury. Kids are often present in these signing meetings, as well. This is a perpetually revolving list, as you can imagine and our members are responsible for turning in these card recipients with addresses… those
they know about who have had these life changes. From this “compassion card” list often, but not always, comes a list of people to add to the Mission One meeting discussions. This is a program of evangelism in which your kids can participate but, as you can easily see, both of these activities can happen right from your home, even without the presence of a church program. You can read about the official program here:https://evangelism.housetohouse.com/
Next, there’s World Bible School. Your teen kids can grade correspondence courses from around the world and even converse with those students as they progress toward the saving blood. Technology has made this easier and better than ever before. Even your small kids can stuff the envelopes and help copy the addresses. for the ones that are going through the postal service. And this list of people waiting for a study partner grows all the time. Home
Last, for today, if you have teens I’d recommend finding and enrolling in a Fishers of Men” class. It’s a twelve week course that’s so very good for “getting your feet wet” for eventual deep-water fishing for men. It’s here: Home
I know you can’t do all of these, but be sure to do something to get those little feet ready to be “shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace” (Eph. 6:15)! Life is short!


The gospel is simply profound. Seeing the kingdom as a pearl with great value or imagining the soul in danger as a sheep that’s wandered from the flock or viewing immersion in water as the cleansing of the conscience is uncomplicated, yet ironically complex in consequence. The precepts of the gospel are elementary, yet infinitely weighty.
But alas, just as that fish surfaced—just above the water, giving a massive jerk, he broke my line. That line must have had a worn or weak place just above the bobber because, that’s where it broke. I wished, if that big fish was going to break my line, he could have broken it near the hook, swam away, and I could have forgotten about him. But, as it was, my bobber, floated and bobbed (with flair) all around that little peninsula on which I was sitting, for the next hour. The most disheartening thing was not even that he broke my line and got away. It was watching that bobber’s lively movements, taunting me, looking forevermore like I should be jerking and reeling, when, in reality I had no connection at all, anymore to that bobber or that big fish. I looked for a boat. Someone could put a net under that fish, still. I considered the nearby pool net. It had a long pole attached to it; but, sadly, not long enough. So I just watched my bobber, my fish, as he taunted, teased and jeered at me, still looking, for all the world, like I should be jerking and reeling and having him for supper.