A Child of God by Fledgling Fledgling

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SUMMARY: He was a very bright child.

A child of God

Timmy was a very bright child. On his 4 th birthday, with his family on the way to grandmothers house for thanksgiving dinner, they had passed through a rainstorm. For the rest of the day, he tried to tell everyone who would listen that when it rained, it didn't rain everywhere. Of course, the realization of this fact didn't affect anyone else near as much as it did Timmy.

From that first time where he observed something natural and made a conclusion about the world, Timmy was enthralled with learning. In kindergarten, his teacher wrote the numbers from 1 to 10 on the blackboard and Timmy had a revelation. With just 10 numbers he could count forever. For a week, he counted, writing the numbers on sheet after sheet and showing them to anyone he could find.

In first grade, the teacher brought a microscope and let the children look at the germs in their spit and Timmy was enthralled once again. For a week at every opportunity, he had questions. How many kinds of germs are there? Millions. Why are they inside us? They can't live without a host. What do they do to us? Some kinds make us sick and others help us. How can a little tiny germ help us? They might be tiny, but there are millions upon millions of them. One thing they help us with is digesting our food.

When Timmy's questions caught the interest of the whole class, the teacher decided to spend more time on the subject. She brought some petri dishes put some stuff in them she said was germ food and had several children put in a drop of spit . For several days Timmy watch colonies of microbes grow. The teacher pointed out how at first several clumps of different kinds of germs started to grow, but then, one or another of them would poison the others.

The next day, the teacher explained that germs weren't just in their spit, sometimes germs got into your blood. After pricking her finger for a drop of blood, diluting it with salt water and putting the slide under the microscope, the teacher described the blood cells, white cells and germs while the children took their turns. It was, of course, Timmy who made the connection that people were made of microbes that had found a way to work together.

For weeks, Timmy brought samples of insects, mice, plants and meat of different kinds so they could see the different kinds of cells. How many cells are there in a person? Timmy wanted to know. The number the teacher wrote on the blackboard had 24 zeros in it. There are so many, we don't even have a name for the number.

At home Timmy's sister was reading to him from a book of bible stories. One story was about King Saul and God's command to kill all the people of a wicked city. When King Saul took some of the people as slaves instead of killing them, God was mad and decided Saul shouldn't be the king anymore. Just like the germs, Timmy thought and sure enough, in a later story, some of God's people became wicked because of the slaves Saul didn't kill.

Another story was about how God made the Egyptians sick when Pharaoh wouldn't let Moses' people go.

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