I said, “That’s
right, Buddy! Jesus is alive!”
Samuel: “Mom,
I know
Jesus is alive. I mean, I KNOW it.”
At this
point, I had a feeling that this was not just Samuel talking about what he
knew. He wanted to engage. So, I stopped putting on my makeup and knelt down on
the bathroom floor in front of Samuel and just looked at him. I figured if he
wanted to talk, he would.
Silence.
Samuel in
anger: “Those bad guys! I’m so angry at those bad guys!” (Side note: the boys
often play “good guys/bad guys”. Thus his terminology.)
Mommy: “Sammy,
I’m one of those ‘bad guys’.”
Samuel was
shocked!
Mommy: “Anyone
who has ever sinned—ever done anything wrong—is a ‘bad guy’.”
Silence.
Samuel sadly:
“Sammy is a ‘bad guy’.”
Mommy shook
her head.
Mommy: “Sammy,
do you want to see a nail that I have that may look a little like the nails
they used to put Jesus on the cross?”
Samuel shook
his head.
We went to
my closet, and I pulled a container of Sunday School supplies off the shelf. We
sat on the floor in the closet and looked at the nail. It scared Samuel at
first, but then he wanted to hold it. I let Samuel lead the conversation. (If
God was speaking/working, I didn’t want to speak.)
Samuel: “I’m
a ‘bad guy’. Jesus not a ‘bad guy’.”
Mommy: “Mommy
sins a lot. Jesus loves me so much that He wanted to take my punishment for my
sins.” At this point, I was so overwhelmed by Jesus’ love that I laid down
weeping.
Samuel: “Jesus,
Mommy is sad.”
[Silence]
I looked up
and saw Samuel looking up.
Samuel: “What
was that?”
[Silence]
Samuel: “What
did you say, Jesus?”
[Silence]
Samuel: “Oh!”
[Silence]
Samuel: “What
was that again, Jesus?”
[Silence]
Samuel: “Ok.”
[Silence]
Samuel: “Jesus,
do you want to hold my hand?”
Samuel put
his arm upward with his hand cupped and stood up to walk out of the closet.
Chills went
up and down my spine to think that I had just witnessed Jesus and Samuel having
a conversation.
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