8:30 p.m.
Thursday night
Lights out
Tucked in Bed
9 year old T. (dejectedly): "Mom, I don't think I am a good Christian."
Me: "Why do you say that, T.?"
T: "Because I don't read the Bible so much in my free time."
Me: "Well, you can change that anytime, honey. I'll tell you what I try to do and you can see if that would help."
T: "O.k."
Me: "I try to get up a little bit before I have to start getting ready for the day and spend some time with the Lord. I pray a little, read a little from the Bible and sing a worship song."
T: "I never remember to do that."
Me: "If you do it enough times, you will remember."
T: "Oh, like a habit?"
Me: "Yes, exactly."
A lull in the conversation gives Him time to remind me.
Me: "T?"
T: Yes, mom."
Me: "I'm afraid I'm not a good Christian either."
T: "Why?"
Me: "Well, because no one is. No one can be good without God. That's why Jesus died for us."
T: "Oh, yeah."
Me: "He knows we will fail and fall short. And He loves us anyway- that's what grace is. He is not looking for a certain amount of time we spend reading the Bible or praying. He looks at our hearts. If we love Him, He knows that."
T.: "Oh. Can we do devotionals in the morning like we used to?"
Me (wincing inside): "Yes, we can."
T.: " I know where the book is."
Me: "O.k., we'll get back to it again, then."
T: "O.k. Good night, Mom."
Two days before this conversation took place, I read this post by Joy at Memoria Arts. God prepared me for this teachable moment with my son as I had been pondering this theme since I read that post of Joy's. I'm still learning these things, are you? There is no formula to being a good Christian. There is only the journey of following Him. A journey that is different from anyone else's. A journey of His design marked by low valleys, rigorous climbs and indescribable summits. I pray I can teach my children this as they grow. That they will throw off man's expectations for their Christianity and pursue Jesus down the path He has marked for them.
Oh, the Piles!
12 years ago
1 comment:
Oh, for these boys! And their big thoughts, and their hearts! How many times---how many times---have my children brought me back to the Truth?
walking the journey with you...
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