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Let The Children

This exciting book of testimonies and stories looks at how God has worked through children in revivals throughout history, and what the Holy Spirit is doing through children around the world today. It challenges parents and the church to make the discipleship of children their number one priority, and to give the children their rightful place in the Body of Christ.

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Endorsements

Let the Children discusses the passion of the Holy Spirit to use children. Once he touches them, they will never be the same. This book is about giving children an opportunity to experience the life-changing manifest presence of God, which is a pre-requisite to equipping and releasing them to do the works of Jesus. The book looks at how God has worked through children in revivals throughout history, and what the Holy Spirit is doing through children around the world today. It challenges parents and the church to make the discipleship of children their number one priority, and to give the children their rightful place in the Body of Christ. Elizabeth, thank you, on behalf of children and children’s ministries, for writing this book. Many people are going to be encouraged and blessed by it.

Rev Darrin Clark, Children’s Pastor, Toronto Airport Christian Fellowship

I thoroughly believe in this fabulous book! I truly identify with Elizabeth’s passion to make way for God’s young warriors.

Esther Ilnisky, Founder Esther Network International Children’s Global Prayer Movement, and author of Let the Children Pray

My first meeting with Elizabeth Kotlowski was unforgettable. Here was an educated articulate woman whose conversation was passionate, heavily punctuated with stories about children and their place in God’s kingdom. Read the book and she will look you straight in the eye and ask ‘What about the children?’

Pastor Ray Carter, Tuggarah Lakes Christian Fellowship, Tumbi Umbi, New South Wales, Australia

I am delighted to see the first twelve years of the Children’s Prayer Network on public record in this book. We are experiencing amazing things as God works through this current generation. I thank Elizabeth for responding to God’s call to record this. I can’t WAIT to have this book in my hands!

Jane Mackie, Founder and Coordinator of the Children’s Prayer Network, Australia.

Excerpts

Jane commented, “Since this encounter in the prayer room, there has been a radical difference in the kids’ worship. Passion seems to be the key. They have become passionate worship warriors. Teenage boys with broken squeaky voices now lead worship with a confidence and authority that is amazing. There is definitely now a new anointing—worship warrior anointing. Building on that, we are now moving into prophetic worship. Everything has gone to a new level. The children were passionate before but now they are more so.”

Timothy (18) said, “It was quite personal—an ongoing thing. I felt broken, like God counted every hair on my head. It birthed a new passion, a realization of God’s standards—to be holy without compromise. I read Keith Green’s biography. I’m living out Romans 12: 1, 2. It felt like a transformation of my mind; it was a turning point in how to live a holy life before God—having a passion for God. In a practical way, that means living like God is looking over my shoulder. He knows every thought and word, and how we relate to each other.”

Russell (19) said, “It birthed in me a deep passion for worship, an intense fire; I want much more of God. It opened me up; I felt vulnerable, opening myself up more and more. God called me to sing things out. I gave up my inhibitions and the fear of man was gone. There was an explosion inside me. God was so close. Often kids do not feel free to worship God. He is calling us to break out to enter into the Holy of Holies. This is the way to do it. Let go. Fear of man is not good (95).

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Central Africa: A doctor wrote: One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We knew we would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).

We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle.
She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates). “And it is our last hot water bottle!” she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

“All right,” I said, “put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.”
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. “Please, God,” she prayed, “Send us a hot water bottle today. It’ll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.” While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, “And while you are about it, would you please send a dolly for the little girl so she’ll know you really love her?”

As often with children’s prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, “Amen?” I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that he can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren’t there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home.
Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses’ training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel.

I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas—that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the . . . could it really be? I pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle! I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that he could.

Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, “If God has sent the bottle, he must have sent the dolly too!” Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, “Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?”

Of course, I replied! That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday School class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God’s prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child, five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it “that afternoon.” “Before they call, I will answer”—Isa.65:24 (pages 125-27).