Teddy's Button by Amy Le Feuvre
Teddy loves to tell the story of how his father heroically died on the battlefield and guards his button jealously. But this brings contention and strife when a new girl comes to town. Teddy begins to learn what it means to be a soldier under Christ, his Captain. Here is a story that will open a child's understanding of the spiritual battle within as Teddy learns that he is his own worst enemy. As a stubborn boy and girl refuse to back down from their selfish pride, one of the many lessons they learn is that they cannot win battles by force and hate, but by carrying the banner of love. Through this charming story, Amy Lefeuvre helps children to understand the spiritual battle that rages in their soul, and that parents and children are on the same side.
Teddy loves to tell the story of how his father heroically died on the battlefield and guards his button jealously. But this brings contention and strife when a new girl comes to town. Teddy begins to learn what it means to be a soldier under Christ, his Captain. Here is a story that will open a child's understanding of the spiritual battle within as Teddy learns that he is his own worst enemy. As a stubborn boy and girl refuse to back down from their selfish pride, one of the many lessons they learn is that they cannot win battles by force and hate, but by carrying the banner of love. Through this charming story, Amy Lefeuvre helps children to understand the spiritual battle that rages in their soul, and that parents and children are on the same side.
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In the Clover Field<br />
'Please, Mrs. Platt, can I see Teddy?'<br />
'I think he is out in the clover field. Don't you be romping round<br />
with him now, for he's taken his Sunday book out, and is as quiet as can<br />
be.'<br />
It was Nancy who was standing at the farmhouse door one lovely<br />
Sunday evening. Old Mrs. Platt was the only one at home, and she<br />
motioned with her hand where her little grandson would be found.<br />
Nancy discovered him a few minutes later, lying full length in the<br />
sweet-scented clover, an open book before him. When he raised his face<br />
to hers, it wore his most angelic look.<br />
'Hulloo! what have you come here for?' he asked.<br />
'To talk to you,' and, without more ado, Nancy squatted down<br />
beside him.<br />
'What are you doing?' she went on; 'and what's your Sunday<br />
book?'<br />
'It's the Pilgrim's Progress. I love it; don't you? I haven't been<br />
reading it though for a long time. I've been having a beautiful make-up.'<br />
'Tell me,' and Nancy's tone was eager.<br />
Teddy looked away to the purple hills in the distance, and beyond<br />
and above them to the soft evening sky, with its delicate fleecy clouds<br />
flitting <strong>by</strong>, and taking every imaginable form and shape as they did so.<br />
The dreamy, far-away look came into his eyes as he said slowly,—<br />
'It's a Sunday make-believe, quite one to myself, and I've never<br />
told it to any one. I can only tell it to myself out of doors, when it's still<br />
and quiet, and then I feel sometimes it's quite real!'<br />
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