Maybe you are like me.
You have a couple kids in their middle elementary school years for whom your greatest desire is that they grow up to love Jesus with all their heart soul and mind. You’ve been reading them Bible stories since they were old enough to look at a book without chewing on it. You’ve been talking with them about life experiences through a Biblical lens. You’ve been praying at their bedside. And you’ve been ushering them through the doors of the church every Sunday morning at 9:15(ish).
But church is boring, they say. (Can you blame them, really?) The core demographic of most sermon messages is not pre-adolescent boys who have a hard time sitting in one spot for more than 10 minutes. Sunday school is hit-or-miss. (But if you think about it, wasn’t it the same for you when you were their age?) And singing in the Christmas program? Not their cup of tea. (How many 10-year-old boys do you know who like to put on their khakis, a button-down shirt and uncomfortable dress shoes and sing in front of a crowd of grandmas and grandpas?)
So I’ve been praying – REALLY praying for quite some time now for glimpses that this all means something to them. That they though they are bored at church, they see Jesus as more than the boring guy we talk about there.
Last night I saw a glimpse that took. my. breath. away.
Listen in on our bedtime conversation.
“Sometimes I’m scared in the dark,” said four-year-old Lewis from his lofted bed after I scratched his back.
“When I’m scared, I pray to Jesus,” I replied, getting ready to say a prayer for him.
“Do you want me to pray with you?” asked ten-year-old Carter before I had a chance to.
“Uh-huh,” answered Lewis.
Carter – Dear Jesus
Lewis – Dear Jesus
Carter – Please help me to not be scared in the dark.
Lewis – Please help me to not be scared in the dark.
Carter – Amen.
Lewis – Amen.
Not only was that moment an answer to my many appeals to God, but that simple prayer of my uncoaxed child was quite possibly the sweetest sound this side of heaven.