The bitter March wind forced Lois to pull her coat about her. She was waiting at the bus stop for 8-year-old Danny to arrive. Just then she spotted the large yellow shape of the bus making the turn at the bottom of the hill. The bus made its way up the hill, then stopped, and it’s door folded open. Several children filed down the steps before Lois spotted Danny. His eyes did not meet hers, and there was no smile of greeting on his face.
Lois pulled the ear flaps down on Danny’s hat. They had a block to walk to reach their house. “How did it go today?”
“Did the work we did on the multiplication tables last night help you on your test today?”
Still no answer.
Lois felt desperation gripping her heart as the cold was gripping her body. She had been good in math. She had tried so hard to help Danny, yet so far her efforts had not paid off. “So what was your grade?”
Danny exploded in tears! “Why do you even ask? Why do you have to grill me like this every night? You know what the answer is going to be. I failed again! I got the lowest grade in the class. I only got three problems right out of twenty! Mrs. Bell said that I was going to have to start studying or I would fail math. But I did study. I hate school! I never want to go again!” Danny was hysterical.
They had reached their home. Lois unlocked the door and closed it behind them. She gently removed Danny’s coat and hat, then lifted him into her lap. She held him tightly, gently rocking him as tears flooded her own face. It was even more difficult to see her child struggle than to deal with her own issues such as the divorce she was going through.
Eventually Danny’s sobs ceased, and he fell asleep in her arms.
Lois’ own pain and desperation did not end. She had tried everything. She had worked with Danny for more than an hour just last night. Obviously the practice was not helping the boy, but she did not know what to do instead. As she sat still holding the boy tightly on her lap, one word came to her mind, “Pray!” And she did pray.
After about thirty minutes, Danny awoke and slid off her lap. He was off to play on his xbox. Lois started to call out to stop him, but something or Someone stopped her. “Not now!”
Lois continued her silent prayer as she set about getting supper. By the time the spaghetti and meatballs were ready, she had reached a feeling of faith and peace. They would work together on the math as usual, but with one exception, they would pray first.
A week passed. Lois was again meeting Danny’s bus. As he climbed down the steps, she eagerly searched his face. He seemed brighter, more at peace!
She wanted to ask him once again about his math test results, but felt in her spirit that she should wait.
Danny was the first to break the silence. “Jesus did help me, Mom! I got four problems right this time!”
Lois’ heart sank! Only four problems out of twenty? That was still far from passing! To her way of thinking that was hardly better than Danny’s score last week. However, Danny seemed encouraged.
Before they began his math homework that night, Danny asked to pray. “Thank you, Jesus, for helping me on my math test today! Last week I only got three problems right, but this week You helped me and I got four right!” Then Danny enthusiastically began his homework .
Lois knew Danny’s faith had encourage her own heart.
Sure enough, in another week’s time, Danny bounded down the steps of the bus, gave his mother a high five, and enthusiastically declared, “Ten right this time!”
“Still failing,” thought Lois, but clearly they were on to something.
One sunny day in May, a confident, glowing Danny met his mother at the bus stop. “Nineteen out of twenty!” he crowed triumphantly! “Best grade in the class! When Mrs. Bell, asked me if you had been helping me with my math, I told her ‘Yes, but the real help came from Jesus!’ You know, Mom, Jesus sits with me during the test. You can’t do that, and”…Danny paused. “No offense, Mom, but He’s a math expert!”
Lois grinned and breathed a silent prayer of gratitude!
…Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. Colossians 2:3