What a Great Son!

I mentioned on the family blog that I thought that Luke was one who "gets it" when it comes to T-ball. I was reminded again last week that he gets it in a lot of other way, too.

I taught the "big" class last Wednesday night at church. We are doing a study called "Thank God You're Here," which I think is an unfortunate nod to how we really feel about Wednesday nights, but one that provides all sorts of opportunities for good "God Moment" stories. I chose 1 Kings 18-19, contrasting the theophany Elijah has being a whisper with the bigness of God's appearing on Mt. Carmel. My main point was that we are too connected, turned on, loud, and busy and that we look for the great big moments when perhaps more moments of silence, stillness and Sabbath would do us good.

Luke loves to be in class when I teach. We do a thing called "The Gathering," which is sort of a post-modern big class, that is, we try to do more cool stuff and have people experience the message more than just having a talking head time. We have let Luke come into those times because again, he loves it when I teach and we have an extended time of praise. More importantly, I want him to have opportunities to experience the message of God in those ways. I let him come into class this past Wednesday, even though it was much more of the talking head. In fact, we had just three songs, or more accurately, we had one song sung three times (The Lord is in His Holy Temple).

First, he did great. I was really worried about him sitting there for almost an hour, but he was still and quiet. I am proud of him for that.

I am even more proud of him, however, because Thursday evening we get in the truck to go to the T-ball game and he says his usual opening line: "Dad, will you turn on the CD to number 7 (Life is a Highway - he also likes #12, Watching You)?" Then he said: "No wait. Remember yesterday when you told everyone we needed to turn off our radios and have more silence? We probably ought to just do that today."

There are many days when I do not feel qualified to be speaking for God to anyone, especially not the two children I have been given charge of. I am grateful that God allows me those moments to see His grace. While I pray I am able to teach my children to love Him, I much more suspect He uses Jana and a host of other people to accomplish that task. That's OK with me. I will keep praying the prayer and trying to do what I need to do - and thanking Him for accomplishing what needs to be done.