Understanding the Bible is hard for adults, never mind for children.
All too often, we ignore certain Bible stories ourselves because they make us feel uncomfortable.
As Christian parents, we have a job to do; a calling that God has placed on each of us: To bring our little ones to Him. But how do we do that if we don’t spend time in His word first? How can we expect them to grab onto the Bible if we don’t digest ourselves?
At The Unforgettable Adventures of Junior Bear, we want to equip you as parents to do what God has called you to do. But it starts with you. We want to encourage you in your faith journey so that you can raise your kids to know God and His word.
We encourage you to sit in the Bible for yourselves.
- Engage with God’s word.
- Let Him speak to you through it.
- Soak it in.
- Digest it.
By doing that, you will be more equipped to help your children understand how it speaks to them.
The story of Junior Bear and Eunice Robinson is actually not for the kiddos. It’s a story that tells why we write Junior Bear stories. It’s for you as the adult. Feel free to read it to them if you would like, but as you do, we hope that you are encouraged by it.
So, after all of that, can I tell you a Junior Bear story?
Junior Bear and Eunice Robinson
Junior Bear woke up to the sound of the rain falling outside. This made him smile because rain meant puddles. And he loved puddles.
As he was getting ready to go outside, he heard his father’s voice.
“Good morning, Junior,” Mr. Bear said as he came into the room and sat on the bed. “I have an idea.”
“Morning, Dad,” Junior replied. “What is it?”
“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go outside with me. There is someone I would like you to meet.”
“That sounds great to me,” Junior said. “But do you think I could jump in the puddles?”
Mr. Bear laughed. “Yes Junior, you can jump in the puddles.”
Once outside, they saw that the rain had stopped. Junior found the biggest puddle he could see and jumped right in. After a bit of splashing, he noticed there were worms in the water. As he looked closer, he heard a chirping noise coming closer.
“Hello, Eunice,” Mr. Bear said as he walked up.
Junior looked up and noticed a robin landing beside the puddle.
“Hello, Mr. Bear,” the robin called back. “It is so good to see you.”
“It is always good to see you,” Mr. Bear responded. “I want you to meet my son, Junior Bear. Junior Bear, this is Mrs. Robinson.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Robinson,” Junior said.
“And you too, Junior Bear,” Mrs. Robinson replied.
“Has your egg hatched yet?” Mr. Bear asked with curiosity.
“Oh yes. Two days ago. One little mouth to feed,” she answered, smiling as she looked up to her nest.
Junior’s eyes followed her gaze to the tree nearby. He noticed the nest resting safely on a branch and saw one little beak sticking up just above it.
“I named him Timothy,” Mrs. Robinson said with pride in her voice.
“I like that name,” Junior said.
“Well, I would love to stay and visit,” Mrs. Robinson said, “but it’s feeding time.”
Junior watched her as she poked her beak into the puddle, grabbed a worm, and swallowed it down. He was very thankful that he did not have to eat worms.
After eating the worm, Mrs. Robinson flew off to the nest. That’s when Junior really got grossed out.
He watched as Mrs. Robinson seemed to be choking, but was actually coughing up the worm she just ate. Then, she leaned over and let it fall into Timothy’s open beak.
“Eww,” Junior said as his nose squished into his face. “That’s gross.”
“That’s what she needs to do to feed her baby,” Mr. Bear replied.
“Why can’t Timothy just eat the worm himself?” Junior asked.
“Because it is too big for him, it is difficult for him to digest. He is not ready to handle it yet. She needs to break it into smaller pieces and digest it first, and then she can help him digest it, too.”
“Where did Mrs. Robinson learn to do that?” Junior had all kinds of questions.
“I have known Eunice her whole life,” Mr. Bear answered. “When she was a baby bird, Timothy’s grandmother, Lois, fed her the same way. They know that their little ones need help to digest what they take in. It may look weird to us, but it’s the parents’ job to take care of the little ones. They eat it first, then feed it to the birdies in the nest.”
“Will she always have to feed him this way?”
“Not at all. Soon Timothy will be strong enough to eat bigger pieces, and eventually, he will find his own food,” Mr. Bear answered.
As he listened to his dad, Junior watched Mrs. Robinson. He began to see how what she was doing was a good thing. She was feeding her son only what she had eaten and digested first.
“I think I understand what you are telling me, Dad,” Junior said, still watching his new friend.
“What’s that?” Mr. Bear asked.
“It’s like how you teach me. You know so much more than I do because you have kind of eaten it first. Then, because you understand what I need, you feed it to me in a way that I can understand it.”
Giving his dad a big bear hug, Junior looked up at him.
“How about you and I go find something to eat?” Mr. Bear asked as he held his son.
“No thanks, Dad,” Junior replied. “After seeing that, I may not be hungry for a while.”
Laughing, the two of them turned and walked back home together, but Junior would never forget the lesson he learned from Mrs. Robinson’s love for her son.