Sinopsis

Keys For Kids Ministries is a children's ministry organization, offering Keys for Kids, Down Gilead Lane, and much more.

Episodios

  • Other Side of the World

    Other Side of the World

    07/07/2020

    Essie couldn't believe it. "We're moving WHERE?" "This is so cool! I'm moving to AFRICA!" her older brother, Erik, shouted. "I can't believe this is happening!" her sister, Sadie, cried. "Will I have to wear one of those turbans on my head?" "Woo hoo!" their five-year-old brother, Davis, yelled as he ran in circles. "All right, kids, calm down," Dad said. "We don't know if we'll actually be moving yet. But your mom and I feel like the Lord may be leading us to be missionaries in Kenya, and we wanted to tell you now so we can all pray about it as a family." Mom nodded in agreement. "If this is where God wants us to go, then we'll go together." "But Africa?" Sadie whined. "It's, like, on the other side of the world. I won't know anyone!" "Hey, what am I--chopped liver?" Erik asked, crossing his arms. Essie grinned. "With a cherry on top." "Yuck!" Davis said with a silly face, making his family laugh. Dad cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Who remembers the Bible verse we've been memori

  • Life in the City

    Life in the City

    06/07/2020

    Christopher and his family had just moved to a small apartment right in the heart of the city so his dad could start a new job. Christopher had never lived in a big city before, and he hadn't lived in an apartment either. He had always lived in a house with lots of room outside to run and play. Now he was living in what he considered to be a box! Christopher found the apartment to be noisy too, especially at night. He always seemed to hear the scariest noises then. "Mom! Dad!" Christopher called out one night. "What is it?" Mom asked as she ran into the room. "I heard some noises outside my window. It sounded like someone trying to break in." Dad went over to the window to check. "There's a restaurant on the ground floor of this building," he said. "You just heard some of the workers taking out the trash." Christopher sighed as he lay back on his pillow. "This place is nothing like our house in the country. The noises at night make it hard to sleep." Mom sat down on the edge of Christopher's bed. "I kn

  • Still Joyful

    Still Joyful

    05/07/2020

    "When are we going to buy an electric ice cream maker?" Ryan asked as he and Dad took turns cranking their old one. Dad grinned. "Not until Old Faithful here quits doing its job. To me, all this work is part of making ice cream." As Ryan took a turn at the crank, he remembered remarks made by one of the boys at school. "Dad, when you were a kid, were you ever laughed at for being a Christian?" "Sometimes," replied Dad. "But as a kid, I was laughed at for lots of reasons. I didn't have many friends, and I was better at math than at sports, so other kids made fun of me. At least when I was teased for being a Christian it felt like a worthy cause--even though it still hurt." Dad paused, then added, "My father used to remind me that the Bible tells us to rejoice in persecution." "You mean--be glad?" asked Ryan. "Even when kids laugh at me?" Dad nodded. "It doesn't mean you should be glad they're being unkind to you. It means that real joy doesn't depend on what others think of us, but what God thinks of us

  • A Measure of Faith

    A Measure of Faith

    04/07/2020

    "Oh, look," said Emery as she and her brother, Ezra, toured Independence Hall with their family. She pointed to a plaque on the wall. "Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love," she read aloud. "I wonder why it's called that." "The city was founded by a man named William Penn," said Dad. "He was a devout Christian who started the settlement in this area as a kind of experiment in holy living. Peace, goodwill, and brotherly love were to be extended to everybody." Ezra nodded. "My class learned about William Penn in school." "Mine did too," said Emery. "I remember that William Penn was especially concerned about Indians being treated fairly." "Native Americans," Ezra corrected her. "Right. Native Americans," said Emery. "They trusted William Penn, and he trusted them too. When they promised to do something, they believed each other." "Yes," said Dad, "and for the most part, both he and the Native Americans were dependable--they kept the promises they made." Dad smiled at the kids. "I know of some even

  • The Sacrifice

    The Sacrifice

    03/07/2020

    "What's the matter, Kinsley?" Mom asked, surprised to see her youngest child in tears in front of the television. "A bear killed the girl's dog," Kinsley sobbed. Mom put an arm around her. "Oh, honey, it's just a movie. It didn't really happen." Kinsley sniffed. "But it was so sad! It was a story about a girl named Mia. When she got in trouble for disobeying her parents, she decided to run away. She took her dog, Tucker, and went deep into the woods. As they were walking along the path, an angry bear charged out at them. Mia tried to get away, but the bear was too fast. It almost caught her, but then Tucker rushed over and attacked it. Then the bear went after Tucker and and killed him!" Kinsley started crying again. "If only Mia hadn't gone off alone in the woods! Then that wouldn't have happened." Mom gave Kinsley a hug. "What a sad story with a sad ending. Mia ran away from home, and Tucker sacrificed his life for her--the dog loved her that much." She wiped a tear from Kinsley's cheek. "Did you know t

  • Christ, Our Food and Salvation

    Christ, Our Food and Salvation

    02/07/2020

    Julie's stomach grumbled. It felt like it had been ages since she'd had a bite of food. "Mom, can I have a snack?" she called out. "You just ate lunch. Why do you need a snack?" Mom called back from the dining room where she was cleaning. "That was hours ago!" Julie said. "I'm hungry again." "All right, you can have some fruit snacks. They're in the pantry." Julie hopped up and flew over to the pantry. She grabbed two bags of fruit snacks and went back to the couch. "One bag, please, Julie," Mom called from the dining room. "How did you know?" Julie called back, returning a fruit snack package to the pantry. "Moms have their ways," Mom replied. At dinner, Julie wolfed her food down quickly, then helped herself to seconds. "You must be hungry, Julie," Dad said, eyeing her. "You should have seen her earlier today," said Mom. "I'll die without food!" Julie replied. Dad chuckled. "You're right. None of us can live without food. You know, that reminds me of the meal we had at church on Sund

  • Dont Be a Chicken

    Don't Be a Chicken

    01/07/2020

    Nolan and Liza followed their grandfather into the chicken yard. "These birds are ready for their dinner," said Grandpa as the chickens clucked loudly. Nolan threw out a handful of grain, and the chickens scrambled to pick it up in their beaks and gulp it down. One of the chickens was having a hard time getting any food. Every time it tried to eat, it was pecked by the others. "Look, Grandpa!" Nolan pointed to a small red spot on the chicken's neck. "That chicken is hurt!" Just then, a big hen jabbed the sore, making it even larger. Grandpa picked up the hurting chicken. "Come on, Dixie," he said. "We'll separate you from the others until your neck heals." Nolan and Liza followed as Grandpa carried the squawking bird to the barn. "Why do the other chickens peck at this one?" asked Liza. "It's typical chicken behavior called a pecking order," answered Grandpa. "Bigger, stronger chickens eat their food first and often pick on other chickens that are hurt or different from the rest." "That's mean!" said Liz

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