One afternoon little Bobby comes into the kitchen while his mother was washing dishes.  Bobby clearly has something on his mind as he sits at the kitchen table watching his mother as she works.

"Bobby," his mother asks, "what have you been doing this afternoon?"

"Nothing," came his standard reply, "just playing with Carlos from down the street."

"Is everything ok with Carlos?  You seem lost in thought."

"Well, mommy, Carlos said that God doesn't hear my prayers.  God hears our prayers, right?" Bobby asked.

"Of course God hears our prayers, Bobby.  You know that God cares about you very much and He always listens when we pray" his mother replied. "What else did Carlos have to say?"

"Well, Carlos said that God might hear my prayers but He doesn't understand them because I only speak English and God doesn't speak English" Bobby explained.  "What language does God speak, mommy?"

Bobby's mother stopped washing the dishes.  She stood there for a moment with a dish in her hands and soap bubbles popping around her elbows.  Then she smiled at Bobby. 

"You know what, Bobby, I think Carlos is right, God doesn't speak English."

Well this wasn't exactly what Bobby wanted to hear.  He couldn't believe what his mother was telling him.  It couldn't be true that his prayers were heard but not understood.  He was plunging into dispair when his mother continued.

"Bobby, you remember the story of the Tower of Babel don't you Bobby?"

Bobby nodded.

"Remember that everyone spoke the same language up until that point.  Then God made all of the languages.  If God made all of the languages, then I'm sure He understands them too."

Bobby thought about this for a moment and then said, "But mommy, what if I made up a language all by myself, would God understand me then?"

"Bobby, I don't think it matters if we speak English, Spanish, French, German, or gibberish.  You see, God isn't concerned with our language or words.  He doesn't care if we pronounce them correctly or speak with perfect grammar.  God speaks the language of your heart.  When you speak the language of the heart, words are not necessary. Do you understand, Bobby?"

A huge smile crept across Bobby's face.  "Yeah, I understand, mommy."

Bobby threw his arms around her waist and then hurried to the door.

"Where are you going in such a hurry, Bobby?" his mother asked.

"I'm going to go tell Carlos and all of our friends about God's Language. mommy.  This is important stuff that he needs to know."

Bobby's mother went back to washing the dishes and watched from the window as her little boy ran down the street with a smile on his face as he went to spread God's love through the neighborhood.