Gilbert

I attended first grade in 1963-1964 in Hays, Kansas. In my class was a little boy named Gilbert. I liked Gilbert. Gilbert liked me. We used to chase each other around the jungle gym at recess.
In December my birthday came around so mom had a class birthday party for me at our house. Every kid was invited and every kid came. It was an unseasonable warm year because I remember we ate outside.
Later in the spring Gilbert had a birthday. He too invited every kid in the class. We were going out of town but I convinced mom and dad to let me take Gilbert his gift first.
Gilbert lived in a big old apartment building. It was on the wrong side of the tracks so to speak. When we arrived we were packed and loaded into the car and I was to run in and give Gilbert my gift and go so we could get on the road.
When I got into Gilbert's apartment he was sitting on an ottoman crying. The party should have been well under way but there were no kids there. I guess their parents wouldn't let them come because Gilbert's family was poor. I went out and told my parents. They let me go back inside and play with Gilbert for about half an hour. I will never forget how hurt Gilbert was. I felt bad because every kid came to my party. It wasn't fair.
That was a great lesson to me I have never forgotten. It is also a lesson I have taught every one of my children.
Do not judge a person by where they live or their income. Judge them by their hearts and mouths and actions.
Say it together girls. Just because a person is poor doesn't make them a bad person.

I have thought of Gilbert through the years and prayed for him. I have always wondered how his life turned out. I have always prayed for his happiness and that he overcame the obstacles set before him.
Gilbert I hope you are happy and that you know the Lord.