It always amazes me what little kids remember. They
fool you sometimes because you think they’re not listening and then they blow
you away with their recall and delivery. Sometimes it will make you laugh,
sometimes you’ll cry. Either way, you’ll be amazed!
Less than six months ago I was driving with my oldest
grandson and we were talking about where God lives. (See: “Where Does God
Live?” TO THE POINT October, 2007). I chocked the experience up as very
rewarding and moved on. But, for him it was locked away for another time and
place. Recall and delivery happened yesterday.
Not long ago, our kids made the wise choice to enroll
Grant in a Christian pre-school. He loves it, talks about it, plans for it,
thinks about it and cries when he’s sick and can’t go to school. Imagine that!
He’s always telling me about art, letters, numbers, snacks, play-time and the
Bible stories. Recently he told the class when the teacher asked if anyone knew
what happened to Jesus after he was born, “Sure, he was born and then he grew up
and then he went to live with the Indians!” The teacher was a little puzzled
with that until our daughter explained that Grant’s Papa works with a Mission that helps Native
Americans, physically and spiritually.
But yesterday the recall and delivery feature was in
high gear. The Bible story was about Jesus and his disciples. Again, the
question was asked if anyone in the class knew about the disciples and those who
followed Jesus. Grant, immediately put up his hand,
“Yes, Grant. Can you tell the class about the disciples
of Jesus?”
“My Papa says that anyone can be a disciple of Jesus,
all they have to do is ask. If they ask then he will come into their heart and
then they can be a disciple.”
I must admit, that is great theology coming from a four
year old. Makes you want to stand up and shout something! For me, I want to
shout, “Right on! You’ve got it! Way to go, son! Way to
go!”
Most importantly, however, it causes me to reflect on
the impact of my words to my grandson. His life is being impacted in profound
ways when I don’t even realize it by what his Papa says. I’ve prayed it many
times before and I’ll keep praying it:
“May these words of my mouth and
this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight,
Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.”
Psalm 19:14 (NLT)