This is my son, Michael. He is ten and he loves reading and video games. His step-dad and I have tried hard to raise him right. The first song he learned was ‘Jesus Loves Me’. There’s been lots of prayers for a covering of grace because we have made so many mistakes, you know? It has been a tough road at times. Michael is super bright, funny and a natural leader but he also has aspergers syndrome. That kid is as stubborn as a goat. 😉 He is too smart for his own good, for sure. Thankfully, one thing (the most important thing) has sunken in. His faith in God.
Last Sunday, as he often does, he got himself kicked out of children’s church. So he sat by me through the service, doodling on an offering envelope. About halfway through he started listening and quietly asking me questions. When Pastor Al gave the altar call, Michael wanted to go. I went up to the altar with him and stood behind him, quietly praying. Pastor Al prayed over Michael and we went back to our chairs.
“I felt God. He is here in the room.” Michael said quietly. “It felt like he was filling me up with his happiness.”
You can and should teach your kids about Jesus but nothing comes close to that first-hand encounter. God only has children, not grandchildren, right? So years of prayer and teaching culminated in Michael’s first real encounter with the living God. I am grateful and pray that it is only the first of many. Cause, as Michael said, he was born for this.