I Need More Jesus He Yelled

Can you come get him today? The teacher texts me. I cannot take it. It’s awful. It’s bad, you see. I rapidly discover it is the child, little Lee. His story makes me feel sad, a tale not of glee. The truth is, he thinks the devil lives within him. Taking control, making him mad, and an evil twin. He says “I need more Jesus” and begins again. He is hitting his small unhappy head with vim. I have the devil in me, he tells me true. He makes me do stuff I do not want to do. I have such bad in me, I am going to the bad place. I am bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, BAD, I will have no grace. I look at him, this eight-year-old-child, with a sweet heart, He has always been pure and mild, a child so smart. I pray for some guidance. What advice to employ To help this miserable, helpless thrown-away boy? His mother left when he was little, barely two feet tall. And his daddy has been practically no help at all. He lives with grandma, who fancies herself good and clean. In actuality, she looks for his evil, and is pretty damned mean. She has clearly pulled him into her pessimistic mind set. His life is all about fire and brimstone and the devil he will get. He is convinced he is evil. He will be punished. He is a little hood. I want to help him but his mind is closed to hearing any of his good. What can we do? The teacher asks, he thinks he is bad, But he is smart and abnormally good. It makes me so sad. Unfortunately, his Mom is gone, and his Dad is no help. But what can we do? Grandma is absolutely convinced he is the devil, and unfortunately now he is too. We are praying people, I say, so maybe he is right. Maybe Jesus is the way. Let’s go home and send him love, and pray and pray and pray.