Tory and Linda, the teacher, spent the valuable time planning their activities for the rest of the day, while Sylvia sat in a circle with the children. She started off trying to teach them “Jesus Loves Me.” A few of them picked it up, but most of them only hummed and muttered words that sounded nothing like the words in the song. Then she gave them each a wordless book, and began teaching them what each page meant. “Red is for Jesus’ blood,” Sylvia would say, and the children would stare blankly at her. “And black is for the bad things we do, all the sin in our hearts. And white is for how clean we are when Jesus washes us.” On their way home, Tory voiced her skepticism that Sylvia’s work would do any good. “It’s hard for them to grasp concepts like Jesus’ blood washing away their sins,” she said. “I’m not even sure they understand sin at all.” “Oh, they’ll get it before you know it,” Sylvia said. “Within a few months I’ll bet we have every one of them asking Jesus into their hearts.”
