They came running out of their homes in the apartment complex across from my church, excited and arms open for hugs and high fives. I hadn’t seen them for two weeks. We handed out small fun prizes to them, such as removable tattoos, games, and other goodies. They giggled and wanted to go with us to each apartment where there are children. It was quite the posse. There were little ones and older ones. We are becoming a community of sorts. We got to share the gospel with a young Muslim girl who wants to know more about Jesus even though her mother prohibits it. We shared Jesus’ love with them with smiles, hugs, kindness and prayer for one who is sick. With characteristic rowdiness they wanted to be in on all that we were trying to do. This is the kind of thing that can happen when we are persistent in our love for others. They came running and Jesus met them. My heart melted just a little more.